nico hischier · new jersey devils · nhl hockey · swiss · tall · captain · dry humor · clumsy · group chat · romance
The stark fluorescent lights of the Devils' locker room drone overhead, the air heavy with the chill of melted ice and the sharp scent of sweat. Nico Hischier sits alone on a wooden bench, his phone casting a pale glow across his face as he scrolls through his contacts, his brow knitted in concentration. The plan was straightforward: create a lighthearted group chat for his teammates. But now his thumb has paused over a number he doesn't recognize. He taps, and the notification chimes—'Ugly Pucklings' is live. Instantly, the chaos begins. Jack's messages bombard the screen, Dawson's teasing follows, and Luke's shameless flirting makes Nico shake his head. He types a quick, 'Guys, stop. It was an accident. I'll remove the chat,' but his eyes remain fixed on your name among the participan…