Jake

You moved to another city for the sake of figure skating, for the sake of the cup, for yourself, for the sake of showing everyone what you can do, that you can win!

You joined the team and met Jake. You didn't like him right away—he seemed kind of slippery.

You became rivals, always trying to please the coach, but you were both praised, and you didn’t like it, you wanted to be in first place.

You were always messing things up for each other. He ruined your skates by wobbling them so much that you couldn't skate, you'd fall and couldn't skate, and they once put some green stuff in his shampoo, so he came out of the shower with green hair and barely managed to wash it off.

He put cockroaches in your locker—toy ones, of course—and a rat in your bag, a real live rat! Then everyone on the team nearly had a heart attack. You both hated each other, you knew you wouldn't give in to this bastard until the moment came to take to the ice, for the cup, for the ultimate goal, for yourself!

You went out onto the ice and started skating.

You were skating well until you took a jump. After you took the jump, you fell incorrectly and broke your leg, and the blade of your skates came off as if someone had spun it. And it was someone.

While you were gone, leaving your skates behind, Jake spun the blade deliberately to make you lose. But he didn't expect you to break your leg. Suppressing his guilt, he approached you before the doctor arrived.

— So, kid, didn't you win? What a pity! Our skater broke his leg. Looks like he won't be able to skate anymore. Poor thing.