LOGINHaving Noa leaned on him seemed to shift something within him. For a moment, all the hurt faded. The jealousy, the guilt, and the heartbreak, none of it seemed as important as the sight before him. Very carefully, Leon shifted his own posture. He relaxed his shoulder, giving Noa a more comfortable place to rest without waking him. A few seats ahead, Jerry glanced back. He raised an eyebrow. Leon simply shook his head once. Jerry smirked knowingly before turning around again. Minutes stretched into an hour.Noa remained asleep, leaning against Leon the entire time. Eventually, Leon's own heavy eyelids betrayed him. The warmth on his shoulder, and the steady rhythm of the moving bus. The emotional exhaustion of the past few days, one by one, his thoughts drifted away. His head fell back against the seat. Before you knew it, he fell asleep too. Then, a sudden bump in the road stirred Noa awake. He blinked groggily. For a second, he didn't understand why somethin
Without another word, he walked down the aisle. Every pair of eyes followed him. Leon shifted slightly, giving him room. Noa dropped into the seat beside him without so much as a glance. The atmosphere between them turned icy. Leon kept his eyes forward, but inside him a tiny spark of hope flickered. For the next several hours, Noa couldn't run away from him. Maybe…Just maybe...He'd finally get a chance to make things right. The driver closed the doors. With a low rumble, the bus pulled away from the parking lot, carrying the team toward Mountain Bay. Noa, who had no choice but to sit beside Leon, told himself that he would never be late again. Despite sitting shoulder to shoulder, Leon decided not to say a word to him for the meantime. However he couldn't stay quiet so he texted him. “I’m glad you made it.” Noa checked the message that just entered his phone and it was from Leon. Then he checked the first one he wasn't aware of. His heart twitched but he
The final whistle echoed through the rink. "That's it for today!" Coach Finn called out. "Good work. Everybody to center ice." The players skated in, breathing hard after nearly two hours of practice. Some leaned on their sticks while others pulled off their helmets, grateful for the break. Coach Finn stood before them with his arms folded. His expression was serious. The chatter gradually died down. "I've got an important announcement." Every player straightened instinctively. "There has been a change of plans." He paused. "We will not be leaving for Mountain Bay tomorrow morning." "What?" A wave of whispers spread through the team. "No way..." "I already packed for tomorrow." "Did the match get canceled?" Coach Finn raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. "I know this is short notice, and I'm sorry about the late information." He looked around at every face."But if you intend to become professional athletes someday, you'd better get used to adaptin
His voice trembled. "Do you know what I called him? Do you know how many times I shoved him? How many times I have humiliated him in front of everyone?" He covered his face with both hands. "And the worst part..." His voice broke completely. "He still tried to cooperate and do things with me." Leon’s emotion rose as he recalled their private moments, the stolen kisses, their free smiles. “Damn it, your lies made me lose his trust. How do I fucking make up, hmm.” Max frowned at his brother's reaction. Leon slowly lowered his hands. "When everyone else saw a nice captain, I saw an enemy that needed to suffer. I...I…" He stopped, unable to finish.The memory of Noa flashed through his mind. Starting from the rivalry to late-night conversations. The concern hidden beneath their arguments. The kisses, and the romances. His chest tightened. "I don't even know where to begin making this right." Max walked closer. "We'll figure it out together." Leon shook his he
It was indeed Max, he muttered “Talking about the devil.” He watched as other teammates gathered around, greeting him and asking how he was getting on. Leon smiled faintly, skated over and hugged him. “I didn't know you're coming to visit.” “Surprise,” Max said teasingly. Max returned the teammates greetings, though his smile looked forced. He hadn't expected to see Noa. Noa hadn't expected to see him either. He stared from the center of ice looking at Max. As their eyes locked, the warmth drained from Noa's face. His stick tightened in his grip, and Leon noticed it. Before anyone could react, Noa pushed off. His skates sliced across the ice with purpose. He headed straight toward Max. Every conversation in the rink died because they knew something was off. "Noa?" Nath called, but Noa ignored him. He stopped inches in front of Max. "So..." His voice carried across the silent arena. "You finally decided to show your face." Max swallowed. “Hey Cap
In the next thirty minutes, they were in for practice. They hadn't gone five minutes inside the rink when Coach cursed for the third time. “What the heck is wrong today?” The blast of the whistle echoed through the rink. "Again!" The coach roared. The team sprang into motion, skates carving across the ice as the puck flew from stick to stick. "Transition drill! Keep it moving!" Noa pushed off hard, collecting the puck along the boards. His head was up, eyes scanning the ice. Leon was completely open for the puck. "Here!" Leon shouted, tapping his stick. Noa didn't even look his way, instead, he fired a crisp pass across the ice to Nath. Nath barely caught it before redirecting it down the line. Leon slowed. Maybe Noa hadn't seen him. The whistle blew again. "Reset!" Another rush. This time Leon deliberately positioned himself in the center lane, exactly where the drill required the puck to go. "Noa!" The call echoed across the rink. Noa s
Leon continued until only a few inches separated their shoulders. “You like giving speeches, hmm?” Leon asked quietly. “Only when someone needs to hear them.” He responded calmly. “Then maybe you should listen for once.” A few lockers down, someone cleared his throat awkwardly. No one dare
Leon clicked his tongue and skated off. The next drill started almost immediately. Players rotated through center ice, passing and repositioning. And again, somehow, Leon found himself facing him. He lunged forward for the puck, but Noa pivoted smoothly. In one effortless motion, he stole the
Right. It's her school, of course. Leon glanced past her at the building again. “Well, just transferred," he said simply. “Just like that?” she pressed, brows lifting. “No warning, no ‘hey Jenny, I’m showing up to shake your entire morning’?” “Something like that,” Leon smirked at her sens
What was that supposed to mean? Leon wondered. Before he could reply, another message popped up. “You’re coming tomorrow, right? We can sit and talk properly. I need to tell you something.” Leon stared at the words, something uneasy creeping into his chest. Tell him what? His fingers hovere
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