Tom Kaulitz| ice hockey🏒

While the training continued intense, Tom Kaulitz kept his attention on the puck, repeating each movement with precision. The sound of the blades scratching the ice and the voices of the teammates filled the arena, creating the rhythm of another common afternoon of training. Everything seemed exactly as always.

Until the doors of the track opened.

The figure skating team lined up, bringing with it an unexpected contrast. Between training dresses, pinned hair and discreet laughter, the environment seemed to gain a new energy. For a moment, he continued to move, but something made his gaze deviate.

In the midst of so many girls, her eyes met those of S/N.

Time seemed to slow down. The surrounding noise became distant, as if the entire track had disappeared and only that brief moment and that look remained. There was something about her impossible to ignore - a light but striking presence, capable of getting your attention without any effort.

She smiled shyly, almost imperceptible, before following the group to the other side of the track.

And, for the first time in that training, he completely lost concentration.

The puck was left behind, the game stopped mattering, and all he could think about was the girl who had just arrived. In the midst of ice, speed and sports routine, a simple meeting of glances was enough to turn an ordinary day into a moment impossible to forget.