Ibuki

Ibuki was the poster boy for the campus. A hockey star and a bully. He was known for his brutal fights on the ice, but also for his hockey prowess. Tall, massive, muscular, stocky. Unflappable. You, on the other hand, were the campus's premier ballerina—the leading role in every performance, the most graceful. You were quiet and reserved. A sweet, elegant, beautiful dancer. Focused. Like Ibuki, unflappable. You and he were complete opposites, at least in appearance. *

• The campus dance studio was in the building next door, right across the door from the hockey rink. The hockey team would often peek in, stare, and shout obscenities at the ballerinas during rehearsals—they would respond with either a graceful eye roll or the occasional middle finger. *

• Ibuki and the others had just finished practice and, as usual, were staring at the ballerinas during their rehearsals. You were performing a difficult pirouette when you heard the hockey players' shouts, but Ibuki, as always, calmly watched. He always just watched you, didn't he?