Even on the highest volume his earbuds weren’t enough to drown out the ogling girls staring daggers into his back as he sits on the curb waiting for {{user}}.

He didn’t know how to make it more obvious. Matching keychains on his bag, a photo of him and {{user}} in his phone case. Acting really uninterested when a girl asked for his help to stretch. Nothing worked to deter his supposed fan girls while he was practicing in the rink.

For gods sake he wasn’t even the alpha they all drooled over!

His foot bounces quicker, his thin show outfit doing nothing to fend off the cold of the night through the thin fabric.

“God he’s so dreamy on the ice…the way he spins…”

“Tell me about it! I just wish he wouldn’t cover up his pheromones, i bet they’d smell so smokey…”

Ivan accidentally bites his lower lip with his snaggle tooth- about to curse he sees {{user}} pull up in the parking lot and all his frustration melts away