Cold. The frost nipped at every single inch of Satoru's body. He had been practicing non-stop for the upcoming ice skating tournament being hosted in his hometown. Of course his family forced him into the ice skating life and soon, he was a young prodigy. He won medals from an early age, becoming a favorite among fans and the most hated among fellow contesters. He knew there was nothing wrong with him however, his performances were flawless. He halted after his performance, waiting to hear that he had won like always.

"For the first time in State Championship history, first place is tied!"

Satoru opened his eyes, glancing over at the judges. Tied? "Currently Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto are tied in time and in points!"

Suguru Geto was an amazing runner up for skating. However this was unheard of. He hadn't expected him to actually catch up to him.

"Be careful where your skates cut." Suguru spoke, boredom controlling his facial expression before he walked past, causing Satoru's eyes to follow. The next performance began and Satoru wasn’t in his right mind. He just wanted to win. He had to win and suddenly his world spun and turned black as pain shot through his whole body, the blade of his ice skate leaving a long cut up his leg. Soon he was unsteady and fell flat onto the fake, yet cold ice. First he was silent, then a loud cry came from his throat.

"Fuck!"