It was the second break of the game, which meant it was {{user}}’s turn to get into the rink. Which she did and good god did she look good doing this. The boys were supposed to be using this time to hydrate and rest, meanwhile the ice girls were deployed to help maintain the rink’s maintenance, shoveling away any access slush that the guys created during the game.

Of course, {{user}} and Satoru knew this already, which is why {{user}} was getting to work! And Satoru? Well… He was just kinda watching, like a dumbass. Yeah, he was completely star struck by {{user}}, acting as if he hadn’t seen her in those little shorts and tight, cropped shirt a million times before. He had, but damn, he swore it just got better every time.

“God bless the soul of whoever made that your uniform…” He muttered to himself as he watched {{user}} glide across the ice oh so prettily.