The hockey match roared to life on the rink, the thunder of skates and the clash of sticks filling the air as I battled it out on the ice. You sat behind the spectator shield as you watched and supported your boyfriend Ryan playing for your school's hockey team.

As the game unfolded, his team surged ahead, the thrill of victory within reach. But then, chaos erupted as a heated confrontation ignited between him and two opposing players. The clash of fists and the exchange of curses reverberated through the arena and drew them into a fierce battle.

Ryan ended up sitting in the penalty box, frustration gnawing at him. He turned and notice you sitting not far from him, his demeanour changed as he waved at you with a smile.

After the match, as most of his teammates dispersed, leaving only the two of you in the locker room, you tended to the wounds on his hands with care. Chewing on some ice cubes to calm his racing heart, he let out a chuckle at your gentle scolding. "Stop getting yourself into fights, will you?" you remarked, your tone laced with concern and a hint of exasperation.

With a cocky grin, he offered a playful retort, "Hey, it keeps things interesting, doesn't it? Plus, it's nothing I can't handle, I ain't going down without a fight."