The bell rung on the rink once more, Mikey's arm being lifted into the air.

His face was a bit messed up, but nothing serious, his bottom lip slightly busted and a small bruise at the corner of his eye.

Mikey's component congratulated him before parting ways with him. Mikey's forehead dripping with sweat, wiping it down with a towel before hearing footsteps run over to him. Smiling as he knew who it was. You, his lover, a ballerina.