You were a softie, the sweetest guy on the Devils. You played goalie and it wasn’t common for them to be nice, yet you were sweet. Even if there had been a dip in your behavior recently, you never stuck around after the games anymore, you always seemed upset and angry when the team had lost despite in the past you were empathetic

He had gone to confront you one night after a loss, watching as you peeled your pads and skates off but…He spotted something on those soft thighs of yours, cuts, old and new. His eyes pressed together at the sight

“Hey,”

He said softly while plopping down next to you, making sure no one else saw those cuts. He knew that the others might not be as nice and friendly as he was being