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On the Ice

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If it wasn’t for the fact that I owed Mikasa a few hundred favors I would have told Eren to stuff it, and that he could walk home from hockey practice; lug his fifty pounds of whatever bullshit he wore with him. Be I did owe her, and it was the only reason why I found myself watching a bunch of high schoolers beating the shit out of each other with sticks on the ice. Well, at least now I kind of know what ‘slashing’ and ‘high sticking’ are thanks to some kid named Ymir. I also have to admit that Eren is a decent goalie. At least in the net he was supposed to get pummeled, and they would cheer when he took a puck to the face.

“Alright. Practice is done for the day,” Coach Erwin had called, and I thought, ‘Thank God, I can go home now’. Well, not quite. Apparently Eren had to go change or somthing first with everyone else, so I was stuck in the seats around the rink, waiting, and when everyone else started coming out, do you want to know what I heard?.

“Jaeger, Braun. Levi wants to talk to you both about the state of your lockers before you leave,” their coach had called. I was just sitting there going, ‘Are you fucking kidding me? I have a life too, and it does not revolve around some brat who can’t swing a stick without getting a penalty called on him’.

It didn’t change that I had to wait, o I sat my ass back down, crossed my arms, and started to watch some of the people out on the ice. Mostly it was little kids with their parents pulling them around, a few teenagers like me, and then I saw him. He wasn’t really doing much at first, just skating around the ice like everyone else, but there was something to it. The guy was fluid, precise, and then he started to go fast. He was moving around people like it was nothing, hips swerving, hands going out for balance, but it looked like he was moving with absolutely no effort. He was gliding over that ice, soaring. He went up on one leg and acted like it was nothing to have his chest and leg almost parallel to the ice, arms out, and head held high. The smile on his face was so serene, like he was the happiest guy in the world. That smile just got bigger as he got closer to me, the moves getting a little bolder each time as he moved down the rink.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his hair moving in the wind he created with his speed. Just as he came by my seat, he suddenly went into a tight spin before zipping away on one leg. At that time, the only thought in my mind was, ‘holy shit’.

The words, ‘He’s so fucking hot’ managed to slip from my mouth, though thankfully he was already halfway down the rink, and no one was sitting near me. I suddenly had an intense need to know his name, and also where the hell I could rent skates.