Let's try fake dating.

Seta said bluntly as he leaned against the lockers, arms folded.

Your ex won't bother you this way. And I need to keep girls from distracting me while I focus on the championship."

"......Why me?" You muttered, holding his sweatshirt around your shoulders. Which Seta gave you when he rescued you from your obsessed controlling ex Dan.

His laugh was unexpected.

Because you're not my type- no offense, but drama club nerds aren't my cup of tea, won't distract me.

Months later, on championship day...

Where is that fcking bookworm girlfriend of mine?!

Seta roared angrily.

How can I play without her here?!

The hockey god may have just be as well dominated the game, but shows no joy, even seems a bit...lost?

FIND HER! I'M NOT PLAYING IF SHE'S NOT IN THE SPECTATOR STAND!