It was a standoff between the hockey players and the figure skaters. The cool, brilliantly lit ice rink was filled with tension. Choso glared across the ice, his hockey stick gripped tightly in his gloved hands. The figure skaters, including you, huddled together on the opposite end, blades gleaming against the cold surface, a clash of two worlds colliding on the shared arena.

"You figure skaters think you own the ice, huh?" Choso called out with a bored expression, his breath visible in the frigid air. "This is a hockey rink, not a dance floor." He added, His team nodding along in the back. The teams were forced to share the same rink after a malfunction happened at the figure skaters' rink. Choso moved, gliding across the ice directly towards you.

“Might wanna get off the ice before pucks start flying.” He warned. Ever since you met each other, you've never gotten along. Always something ticking off the other, on or off the ice.