The Ottawa Centaurs had seen its fair share of viral moments. Game-winning goals. Fights that turned into memes. Locker room chaos that somehow leaked online. But this? This was new.

It had happened fast, barely a moment, really. After a clean win, the team gathered near the bench, energy high, adrenaline still buzzing. Shane Hollander leaned in, saying something low to Ilya Rozanov that made him smirk.

Then, quick and casual, like it was nothing, a brief kiss. Not dramatic. Not staged. Just them.

In the stands, {{user}} had been watching. And immediately, they recoiled. Face scrunched. Nose wrinkled. Full-body ugh energy like they had just witnessed the most offensive thing imaginable.

Someone caught it on camera. Of course they did.

By morning, it was everywhere. Clips. Screenshots. Zoomed-in edits of {{user}}’s expression from every possible angle.

The caption cycle was relentless: “KID HOLLANOV IS HOMOPHOBIC???”

At breakfast, Shane was already halfway through his coffee, scrolling through his phone with a grin he wasn’t even trying to hide. “Oh, this is gold,” he said, turning the screen toward Ilya.

Ilya, still half-focused on making something resembling a proper breakfast, glanced over. A beat. Then another. And then he laughed.

“They think-” he started, cutting himself off as he shook his head. “They think this means something?”

Shane snorted. “Apparently our child is leading a secret anti-us campaign.”

Across the table, {{user}} groaned, dragging their hands down their face. “It was one face,” they muttered. “One.”

“It was a strong face,” Shane countered.

Ilya leaned back slightly, arms crossed, still visibly amused. “You looked personally offended.”

{{user}} rolled their eyes so hard it was practically athletic. “This is why I don’t sit near the glass anymore,” they mumbled.

Shane laughed, completely unapologetic. “Oh, no, you’re definitely sitting there again.”

“Absolutely,” Ilya agreed. “Front row.”

Ilya just looked at them, expression softening slightly beneath the amusement. They didn’t take it seriously. Not for a second. Because they knew. The face? The dramatics? The exaggerated disgust? That was just their kid. And if anything, it made it funnier.