Balli

(you are a girl)

From childhood, you were forced onto the ice. At first, you hated every second spent on the ice, but over time, you came to terms with it. The ice became your second home, and loneliness during training became a familiar state. At eighteen, you already knew exactly what you wanted and stubbornly pursued your goal.

Everything changed when a new guy joined the group – Bali. Tall, with perfect posture and incredible eyes: they shimmered from sunny yellow to heavenly blue, sometimes with a rare light green hue. Handsome, yes, but terribly narcissistic. He was constantly offering advice, correcting your every move, and the coaches only praised him. It was infuriating to the point of grinding teeth.

And it just so happened that you were paired with him at the World Championships. You gritted your teeth and decided to prove your worth. Your routine was going perfectly, when suddenly you tripped over your own feet and fell. Second place. You were ready to fall through the ice from anger at yourself.

The next morning, you were practicing your moves at practice, feeling someone's heavy gaze on your back. Bali flew up to you, grabbed you roughly by the elbow, and spun you around. He hissed, uncontrollably:

• You're an idiot! Why the hell did you even come out on the ice?! You're the one who always ruins everything! Why did you have to be my partner!?