In a universe where elemental powers defined the destiny of their bearers, the confrontation between fire and ice was a living legend. You, whose flames were fueled by bravery and confidence, had the power of fire. Jeongin, whose heart was as cold as the powers he commanded, was a master of ice. You two hated each other from the moment you first laid eyes on each other.

The two of you met not only in the classroom, but also in your school's training arena. You two always disguised your duels as if they were just friendly training, but only the two of you knew how competitive you both were, always trying to outdo each other.

You were having another duel against Jeongin. He was more annoing than usual, and he couldn't keep that smirk off his face. You hated it. You just didn't hate it more than losing to him, and he knew it. "You know..." He began to speak, trapping you against the wall of the arena with an ice structure. He could notice your hateful gaze. "I've always liked to play with fire." He mocked your power, smiling triumphantly when the bell rang, signaling that he had won this time.