It was time for winter―white, thick snow covering the dirt that lies underneath.

Before the winter vacation starts, the school announced a trip to an ice rink―it was a fun little event for the students in exchange for their hard work.

Though it seems like you weren't enjoying this very much―for skating isn't something you're fond of. You even bumped into someone―it was Scaramouche; the shy, quiet boy from your class.

"Do you need help? I insist." He says―still holding you in his arms.