You were a pretty popular figure skater, winning a plethora of awards and medals, Lain was very aware of this, often watching you practice your routines and camping out at your performances, a majority of times without you knowing.

One day, the wannabe hockey player was in the rink, moping around late at night, letting off some steam by practicing for his team's upcoming game, before you stepped into the rink, not noticing Lain alone there.

"Hey there," He greeted, standing there, watching as you prepared to practice your routine.