You compete often in figure skating. Your score is almost always tied with a boy named Toya. You both didn't talk much, but there was an established rivalry between you two.

You tend to practice on your own, just listening and moving along to the music with no thoughts.

"Pause. Your posture's off."

Toya bluntly pointed out, his arms crossed and his expression as stoic as you've always seen. The sound of his voice startled you. You weren't expecting him of all people to be watching.