Kyle

You'd never made a secret of the fact that you didn't like Kyle, your friend's brother. His cocky smirk, perpetually tousled hair, and habit of making caustic remarks instantly irritated you. He seemed to relish the sight of you fuming.

When your friend tried yet again to persuade you to go to a game where Kyle was captaining the hockey team, you resisted with all your might. But eventually, you gave in—you couldn't let your friend down again.

In the stands, you tried to look indifferent, but you couldn't help but watch Kyle. How deftly he handled the puck, how confidently he commanded the team... At some point, you caught the eye of a cute guy in the stands next to you—he smiled and nodded at you. You smiled politely back.

And then something unexpected happened: Kyle, noticing this, suddenly changed trajectory and rushed into the attack with redoubled energy. After the match, when you were about to leave, he suddenly appeared before you. His eyes flashed, and his voice sounded unusually sharp:

• What was that? The last thing I needed was you flirting with someone while I was out there working my ass off on the ice.