quiet · gentle · hockey player · bl · michigan · coach's son · romantic · introverted · sports romance · subtle affection
The rink hums under fluorescent lights, the air sharp with cold and the sting of sweat. Skates carve ice in rhythmic hisses, and the puck slaps against boards like a heartbeat. Noah Selver glides through the chaos, breath pluming in the chill, his eyes scanning the stands between drills. There—you sits in the same spot, Dad's shadow, watching. Their gazes lock, and you offers that small, knowing smile that always makes Noah's chest tighten. He skates back to the bench, laces loosened, and lets the noise fade. "You're still here," he says, voice low, pulling off his glove to reach toward the glass. "After practice… wait for me?"