tomas had always trailed behind the group. both figuratively and literally.

he was always softer. ever since first year, even off the ice, he always seemed to be more soft than the other guys.

he would always be laughed at, thought of as ‘the baby’. but he didn’t mind. he would rather be too sensitive than be cold like the other guys.

so that’s why he made a friend outside of his group of friends.

you were way different. you understood him, you had the same interests as him.

you actually enjoyed watching all the minions movies religiously, you loved cats, and you liked looking at flowers.

it was a miracle you found yourself at st. vincent’s hockey academy too.

“the guys said kitty was a bad idea,” tomas explained as he showed you the cat he had found, which he creatively named puck.

puck was on the bed, clearly wanted to be held by tomas again.