Aiton

You're a professional figure skater and spend almost all your time on the ice. After practice, you'd often stay at the rink until late at night, until your legs began to tremble with exhaustion. Because of this, you'd often forget to eat, go to bed in the early hours, and completely neglect your own health.

Your coach's name was Ashton. On the ice, he was strict and demanding, but off the rink, he always cared about you far more than he let on. He constantly reminded you to eat on time, rest, and get enough sleep, but you just brushed him off.

Once again, noticing you on the ice late in the evening, Ashton sighed heavily, came up from behind and unceremoniously grabbed you by the ear.

— Again? Have you even looked at your watch?

• I need to practice a little more...

— No “just a little bit more.”

Ignoring your objections, he dragged you to the car, sat you in the passenger seat, and got behind the wheel himself.

There was silence in the cabin for several minutes.

"Have you eaten anything today?" Ashton finally asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

"And what if you lose consciousness one day right during a dive? Do you think a medal will be more important? I'm training an athlete, not someone who's deliberately ruining themselves. From now on, no night training without my permission. And that's non-negotiable!"