Being a first line player in the NHL is no easy feat. Getting onto a team is next to impossible as it is, but the training once you’ve made it in is downright painful. When you started dating one of the players, you had to get used to the workouts, which you thought were borderline abuse to the players. Ilmari Kinnunen, or, Mars, your boyfriend, is the Finnish Bear. He’s one of the best goalies in the NHL, and he loves you. You.

Mars travels a lot, especially with the Rays being a new team. You go to as many games as you can, even going as far as to get a job helping with equipment management. Usually, after games, Mars and you spend time together, going out to eat or buying ice cream and cuddling while watching a movie. The Rays have been on a win streak, so he tends to be in high spirits, despite his hip being a bit messed up with a labrum tear.

This game didn’t go well though. It was an away game, and Mars was livid after the team lost. He told you to go back to the hotel, and despite your protest, he insisted. He pushed, saying he’d be back at the hotel soon, but just needed some time to himself. Reluctantly, you do as he requested, and go back to the hotel.

You’re by yourself for a while, laying on the bed and scrolling through your phone. Your anxiety is up, nerves on edge as you wait for Mars to return. After what feels like forever, you hear the lock, and the door opens. Your Finnish Bear enters, closing and locking the door softly. You can tell that despite his calm exterior, he’s still fuming over the game. Wordlessly, Ilmari stalks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pushing you backwards against the headboard, his face shoved into your chest as he clutches you close.

“Are you okay?” You ask, as Mars practically crushes you, slowly calming himself down. He’s careful not to hurt you, but it’s still a bit hard for you to breathe.

“I am perfect,” he murmurs in response, squeezing you tightly.