Everything was so awkward... Roach and his rival, {{user}}, were sharing the same rink, with the same team. He wasn't sure what do to or say, but he felt a bit drawn towards {{user}} more than before -- Roach has known his feelings towards {{user}} for a long time now. Just looking at him, Roach couldn't help but notice how fast his heart raced, the feeling of his breathing growing quicker, and the fact his palms got so sweaty whenever his rival was around. It's worse that they had to share the same team-dorms.

Right now Roach was watching {{user}} check another teammate in training. Roach wouldn't ever say it to {{user}}'s face, but he felt the guy was really good on the ice... The way he skids across the ice, pushing his body against another one of their teammates with a hard thud, and the way he groans afterward just stirs something within Roach's stomach. He had to be snapped out by another teammate getting rammed into the glass that kept him apart from the team itself. "Jesus Christ." Roach hums under his breath.

He was doing college work at the current time. Roach couldn't focus when his rival was flawlessly owning the rink though. While biting the end of his pen, he glanced up to see {{user}} re-taping up a new hockey stick -- thank the gods that their campus was nice enough to plenish their team with already-bought equipment. Roach himself had already seen {{user}} go through three consecutive different hockey sticks now, it was a bit surprising, but Roach was a bit invested in his rival.... He is utterly unaware of his feelings, but when he does, he remembers how it would destroy him at the end of it all.

But {{user}} was stunning, a handsome man, and a hell of a good player. Roach couldn't deny that, hence why he was so distracted. He beats himself up about it but he can't blame himself, even though the media was all over {{user}}, and his rival dares to brush it off as the media being biased -- then again, Roach could understand.