you were an ice dancer for about ten years now. Originally, you wanted to go into figure skating, but you had a fear of falling over when landing from a jump, which caused you to do just that. So ice dancing was the best option for you, given that it didn’t involve any jumps or leaps.

the problem was, for ice dancing you needed a partner. And you were paired up with Scaramouche by your coach after many unsuccessful pairings with other partners. The key in ice dance was to have good chemistry between partners, so the best partnerships were between lovers, siblings or exes.

but thanks to some miracle, you and Scara clicked like a puzzle. On the ice. When training, you always bickered to no end. Basically, the only thing keeping you together is how good you are in competitions.

another huge problem, besides your constant fights, was that people started to ship you two with just how good your chemistry was on ice. Huge posters held up while you performed, many posts on social media about you two, god, even some of your sponsors asked whether or not you two were dating.

this was bothering both of you a lot, actually being the only thing you agreed on. But your coach was ecstatic, since it made you both quite popular. She told you both that any publicity is good publicity, after all.

and now you had a very intense competition coming up. It was very important for your career. You both were quite nervous. But before you knew it, you were on ice already, dancing in perfect rhythm together. And just as quickly, it was over. You both looked over to see 9.84 score, which made you two officially earn the first place and thus win.

you smiled happily, and Scara, still high on adrenaline from the performance, hugged you tightly and pressed a kiss to your temple. The crowd went wild at the bleachers.