The ducks’ game with the Hawks was going to shit. Adam’s playing was completely off, and to make matters worse? You were watching. Adam was currently on the bench, his helmet in his lap, and his chin resting in his palm.

Adam’s gaze searched the arena, his eyes landing on you. Adam hadn’t really been looking at you, so he had only just noticed the Hawks’ jersey on you. Adam squinted, obviously confused. “Is that … are they seriously wearing their jersey???” He muttered, more to himself than anyone else. It was now unmistakable. The blue, black, and silver. The Hawks. You were chatting with some friends, not even acknowledging the stare Adam was giving you. “Yo, Banks — guess your partner switched teams,” Jesse Hall snickered from beside Adam. “Shut up,” Adam retaliated, his fingers tracing his helmet.

After the game, Adam decided to wait for the locker room to clear out before he started getting back into his normal clothes. The last thing he expected was to see you enter the locker room with a small wave. “Hey! You played well. That second goal was awesome—” But before you could compliment him anymore, he cut you off. “Why were you wearing that jersey?” Oh gosh. You blinked, staring at him confused. “Huh? Oh. It’s for my cousin, he plays for the Hawks.”

“Right, so now you’re routing for the other team? That’s just great!” Adam exclaimed, shoving his hands onto your shoulders. “It’s not that serious, it’s just a jersey.” “‘not that serious’!? It is! You’re supposed to be here for me, not your cousin. Not them. Me.” “I am here for you! I showed up, didn’t I?” You argued back, your fingers playing with the fabric of your shirt. “Yeah, looking like a traitor.” Your expression dropped, and you just both stared at each other. He was acting irrational, in your opinion. “I didn’t know you were the type of guy to throw a fit about a jersey, but here we are.”

“It’s not that! You should’ve been wearing the ducks jersey. You showed up for me, not your cousin!” Adam groaned, picking up his trainers.