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    15 Dec 2025

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    “Ilya Rozanov,” Shane repeats slowly, letting himself taste the words. He grins. “Wow. You’re, like, a really good player. How come you’re in Canada for summer camp? Is that weird to ask? Sorry if that’s weird. I just meant-”

    Shane is cut off by a hand on his mouth. He flushes.

    “Too fast,” Ilya says. “My English… not good.”

    “Sorry,” Shane mumbles into Ilya’s hand. Ilya grins and shakes his head, curls dancing, as he pulls his hand away.

    “Is okay. Slow words. Okay?”

    This year marks thirteen year Shane Hollander's third summer at Coach Marakov's elite hockey training camp. In attendance for the first time: Ilya Rozanov, visiting from Russia. Shane isn't the most sociable, and Ilya's English isn't the greatest, yet the unlikely duo soon become the best of friends.

    It's just one summer, but it makes a world of difference.

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    15 Dec 2025

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    Shane’s been acting distant lately. Not so much cold and aloof as closed off and introspective. Usually, thats not a good sign. Usually, it means Shane is overthinking again. Something bad is coming, Ilya can tell. He’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

     

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    Shane tries breaking up with Ilya. It doesn't really go as planned.

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    14 Dec 2025

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    It starts, like any good small talk does, about the weather.

    Jane. I am dying.

    Shane is still in bed, spending his last hour before practice clicking endlessly through YouTube when he gets the notification. With no one there to see, he lets the smile settle comfortably as it spreads, and switches apps. He’s about to shoot down Ilya’s latest attempt at desperate seduction when another text arrives.

    I will play next game with no feet because cold took them.

    This... was new.

    Shane expects texts from Ilya to bring him to his knees. They do, but in another way instead.

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    10 Dec 2025

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    “Hollander,” Ilya greeted. He was leaning over the partition of Shane's desk with a lop-sided smile on his face.

    “Rozanov,” Shane said pointedly.

    “You sound upset.”

    “I’m not upset.”

    “It is too early in the morning for you to look like you want to kill me,” Ilya pointed out.

    “It’s never too early for that,” Shane threw back, unnecessarily shuffling some papers around on his desk. “Do you need something?”

    “A pen,” Ilya shrugged, not being able to stop the dumb smile forming on his face at Shane’s reaction.

     

    or, ilya and shane are co-workers. they like each other but are oblivious idiots about it. also, it's christmas!

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    10 Dec 2025