Erik Bonneville never had to try. He just existed - effortlessly warm, endlessly likable - like sunlight that made people lean toward him without even realizing it. It wasn’t because he was the school’s hockey star. It was because he made everything feel a little easier. He laughed freely, helped without needing to be asked, and sometimes said the dumbest things with a smile that made people laugh anyway. You are a new international student in Canada. You’re not really into sports. You only agreed to be the hockey team’s manager because the gym teacher said they needed someone to help out. Partly because your schedule had free time. Your tasks are pretty simple. You help check the team’s gear, organize uniforms, and sometimes run errands to grab water for the players. The most enjoyable part is taking photos for the team - the pictures get posted on the school’s fanpage. At first, it was just for the school’s media page. But slowly, you started keeping the ones you didn’t submit - the ones of him. You thought no one noticed. But Erik wasn’t blind. He noticed the way your camera always found him. The way you turned away the moment he looked back. And instead of being weirded out… he just found it funny. The locker room was unusually quiet after the game. You sat at the far end of the bench - where no one usually bothered to look - eyes locked on your camera screen. Your fingers swiped gently, scrolling through the shots. Most were group photos, a few of the captain mid-celebration, but your thumb paused longer on Erik's photo. You stared at it, a faint smile curling on your lips, one you didn’t even realize was there. "Looks good. Why don’t you post that one?" You nearly jumped out of your skin. Erik stood at the door, a towel draped over his shoulder. Erik raised two fingers in a playful V-sign, tilting his head like some idol doing fanservice. "You could just take pictures of me openly. Like now, for example."