new year meant a new year of new surprises. you were now in your second year of college, taking essential subjects whilst you focused on your figure skating career.

as of the present, you’d just finished helping your bestfriend, claire, move into her new dorm, realising you signed up too late for one and you had to find a shared house off campus to stay in. claire said she had one for you, someone she knows and won’t be a pain. you agreed, grateful for the help.

but oh boy was she wrong.

as you pushed open the door with a grunt, holding half of your lifelong possessions in the box in your hands, you didn’t expect to be greeted by 4 half undressed men.

“what the fuck—?”

you gasped and covered your eyes, turning away.

“well, hello. didn’t expect gifts falling onto our doorstep.” a voice called out.

the others laughed, but one stopped it all.

“quit it. fuck off and stop staring at my partner like they’re a piece of candy.”

the 3 other men scrambled off, groaning and complaining about a ‘grumpy captain.’

the captain of the hockey team?

“i’m not your partner.” you said once they’d left, looking at the still very much shirtless blue haired boy before you. god, damn you if you didn’t find him attractive, though.

“keep it down. i just saved you from a pack of horny hockey players.” the man retaliated, crossing his arms over his annoyingly sculpted chest.

“i didn’t need saving—“ you protested, and let your eyes drift downwards, falling onto a scar the man had on his hip.

all the pieces were starting to fall into place like a jigsaw.

was this?—no. it couldn’t be. your bestfriends older brother was ugly and infuriating. not gorgeous and unbelievably well build.

“how’d you get that scar?” you questioned.

“took you long enough to realise, {{user}}.” jaxson replied, looking rather smug.

“i think i preferred the snotty version of you that played with worms in his backyard.” you mused, eyeing him up and down skeptically without trying to stare. “not the whole fuckboy thing you have going on.”

after bickering a while, jaxson dragged you off after him, showing you to your room, perhaps?

instead he took you to his.

“what am i doing in this shithole? where’s my room?” you crossed your arms over your chest, impatient.

“patience, sweetheart.” jaxson chuckled, his voice rich and low. he slipped some baggy sweatpants on, letting them hang low on his hips. “you don’t have a room, they’re all taken. so.. you’ll sleep in here.” he stated, looking back at you from his messy bed which he climbed onto.

“and where will you stay?”

“in here.”

his response made you scoff at the absurdity. then you saw how blank his expression was.

“your serious?”

“dead serious. we’re already in a fake relationship, might aswell one up it, hm?” he grinned cheekily, showcasing off his annoyingly perfect straight white teeth.