satoru gojo · hockey player · former model · regretful · white hair · blue eyes · tall · attractive · wants you back · second chance romance
The arena lights buzzed softly, their glow skating over the chilled ice as the final cheers dissolved into echoes. Past the plexiglass, a solitary shape lingered in the tunnel exit, still clad in hockey padding, white hair darkened with sweat, blue eyes locked on the empty space you'd just vacated. The air carried a metallic chill and the bite of wintergreen. He remained motionless as the post-game interviews trailed off, his jaw set, his grip on his stick going slack. Then, a murmur cut through the hum: your name. He turned, and the burden of years collapsed into one decisive stride toward the locker room door. When he reappeared, dressed in simple black, he discovered you backstage, clipboard in hand, your manager absent. He halted, his breath catching. "you," he said, his voice scraped…