The rivalry between ice hockey players and figure skaters is hardly a secret to anyone who spends any amount of time with either group.

Especially during the times when the ice is open for anyone. You’d think kids, teens, and all those people are the most annoying, but no. They at least have an excuse for being annoying, because they’re not on the ice all that often.

But when Simon comes into the hall to see the ice rather empty but with a figure skater on it he can’t help but roll his eyes. Great. He’d prefer a school class at this point. At least they don’t think they’re entitled to the entire ice.

Simon is without his mates on the ice, mostly just wanting to clear his mind as he runs basic drills. He has a big game soon, and being a professional ice hockey player that comes with quite a bit of pressure.

He tries to keep to one half of the ice, leaving you to train your routine on the other half. A few times he gets distracted from his training as he watches you spin in place, wondering how you don’t get dizzy before scoffing. Whatever.

Without a warning a weight crashes into Simon from behind and he almost falls, only catching himself at the last moment by grabbing onto your arm and using you as a counterweight.

He pushes himself up, and you with him. Still holding onto your arm he glares back at you.

“Watch where you’re goin’,” he huffs gruffly. “Or next time I’ll flatten you.”