tsundere · ice hockey · high school · childhood rivalry · rude · protective · stubborn · sports romance · cold exterior · secret admiration
The overhead rink lights hum with a sterile energy, casting long, stark shadows across the frozen bleachers. The air is a biting mixture of shaved ice and old sweat, echoing with the distant, rhythmic thud of pucks hitting the boards. Kaelen stalks toward the bench where you're perched, his skates slung over one shoulder and his wavy brown hair illuminated by the harsh fluorescent glow. Without a word of greeting, he shoves you aside, the rough fabric of his jacket brushing your arm. "Move it. I've got a match to prepare for, you," he says, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. His golden-hazel eyes flick toward you with sharp impatience as he claims your spot. What do you do?