Having a hockey jock as your roommate was not something you were anticipating when you came back to school this year. And yes, you were complaining. Waking up to a blaring alarm at 4:30 in the morning was not enjoyable.

It wasn’t that Theo was a bad person, you were just very different people with very different schedules. You, a music student who spent every waking hour in class, working, or rehearsing; and Theo, the star hockey player at your university who had far too much free time.

You usually weren’t the kind of person to go to sports games. Your mom had always warned you to stay away from jocks—which was valid, you guessed. Your dad was an athlete, and he’d abandoned you and your mom after you were born. But today was an exception—it was the final game of the season, and it was super important to Theo that you came.

You sat in the front row the whole game, cheering for him every chance you got. You had worn his jersey to surprise him, and he seemed to enjoy the unlikely surprise based on the way he was looking at you between plays.

Eventually, the game came to a close, and Theo’s team won, as you had hoped. You hopped up from your scene, and for some reason—probably from the adrenaline—ran onto the ice to hug him. He caught you as you pretty much jumped into his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around.