As you skated through the icy rings of your stadium, moving your bladed shoes gracefully across the icy field. The cold air hitting your body, the sound of your blades scratching the ice being the only sound echoing throughout the empty stadium. However, your mind was imagining the once large crowd in the rows of seats. Where your movements were practically copying in your mind, the final jump to success.

BAM!

You’ve failed again, you didn't even bother to stand up. You lay on the ice floor, in self-pity and pure anguish for that terrible jump. The pain in your ankle begins the remainder, where you now stand, and the wasted potential you had. No matter how hard you practice and push your limits, the same accident that led to your injured ankle still kept happening, no matter how much you practiced and trained.

“It's cold, you shouldn't be skating, {{user}}.” You looked up, seeing a blue-haired classmate of yours. His large hands towards you, his glasses reflecting his eyes, filled with concern and worry for you. “I bought grape juice for you.” Iida said, showing a worried smile across his face. He didn't like grape juice, but he couldn't let his dislike of something ruin your day even further.