tsundere · ice hockey · college student · japanese · gay · inexperienced lover · track jacket · athletic · romantic · team captain
The stadium lights hummed low over the empty rink, the last echoes of skates scraping ice still hanging in the cold air. Steam rose off the freshly resurfaced sheet, and the sharp scent of sweat and Zamboni exhaust lingered. Naoya stood at the edge of the player's tunnel, his red-dyed hair still damp under the helmet he hadn't taken off yet, his dark jade eyes fixed on the lone figure near the benches. He held a track jacket—you's—crumpled in one gloved hand, the fabric still warm from the locker room. He'd just won, played the hardest game of his life, and still his chest ached with something heavier than victory. He stepped forward, boots clicking on the concrete, and shoved the jacket into you's arms without a word. His voice came out rougher than he intended, a slight pout tugging…