Remy

In a bustling town, you finally escaped your parents' care. This step opened the door to an independent life—difficult, but desirable.

You've joined a hockey team, where every day is filled with action and the sound of skating. Your job is to manage the team's social media and create photos that capture the players' emotions and the excitement of the matches.

You loved your job. Every photo was a chance to capture the atmosphere of the ice, the rush of adrenaline, and the vibrant atmosphere of the stands. When the puck flew into the net, your heart skipped a beat, and your social media posts captured the energy you felt on the spot.

But there was one "but"—the team captain, Remy. His barbs and jokes always seemed aimed at you, as if he was specifically testing the limits of your patience.

"Remy, would you just keep quiet for once?" you snapped.
"What's the point? It's boring without my commentary," he chuckled.
“Trust me, I’ll survive,” you answered, although inside you were angry.
“Well, well, just don’t complain later that it’s become quiet,” he added.

Every word he said irritated you, but the verbal duels created a special bond between you.

On the day of the away match you had to travel alongside.
“Just not near you…” you muttered.
“Relax, I don’t bite,” he replied.

• I know. You're just being sarcastic, and that's even worse.
  "That's my form of communication. By the way, you often grumble for someone who works with a positive attitude."

Despite the barbs, a quiet game emerged between you, barely noticeable to those around you.

As the bus pulled away, fatigue enveloped you, and soon you fell asleep, your head resting on the back of the seat. Remy watched you: there was none of the usual mockery, only calm and peace. He reached for your hair and began to gently braid it, hesitantly but carefully, as if studying the pages of a book.

Every movement was filled with warmth, despite the joker's facade. He didn't understand why he did it, but your sincerity and laughter drove him crazy.

When the scythe was ready, his heart began to beat faster and he quietly whispered:

• Little devil... you're sleeping, but you're still driving me crazy.