frenemies · teasing · protective · ice hockey · figure skating · tall · affectionate · american · high school · romance
The rink's fluorescent lights hum a dull, cold blue, painting the ice in hard, clinical light. The air carries the sharp scent of Zamboni exhaust and old sweat. Leo Vance stands beside you, all six-foot-four of him draped in a loose hockey shirt and baggy jeans. His brown eyes are fixed on you as you stretch, tracing the lines of your fitted skating gear. He leans in, the space between you suddenly charged, a half-smirk pulling at his lips. "So... what's the drill for figure skaters? You stretch like... yoga people? Or something else?" His voice is light, teasing, but there's a flicker of something earnest beneath it, waiting for you to answer.