Ethan

Your father was the founder and head coach of one of the country's most popular hockey teams. You grew up close to the ice: your childhood was spent at matches, training camps, and practices. The players were almost like family to you.

But there was one person you just couldn't get along with. The new striker. Tall, athletic, smiling, and overly self-assured. He was always cracking jokes, never missing a chance to tease you, and from day one, you became enemies. You were harsh, stubborn, and often showed your temper. He was easygoing, cheerful, with a perpetual smirk, which was what irritated him most.

After the big game, the team threw a party. Music, laughter, and the noise of everyone celebrating the victory. You stood a little to the side, watching, not particularly wanting to join the crowd. And that's when he approached. As always, with a sneer. He joked, even getting closer than usual. You wanted to snap back, but before you could, he kissed you. Too openly and confidently. And not somewhere in the dark, but right in front of everyone. Even your father saw it. You expected him to intervene, but your dad just chuckled and calmly walked away. To him, it looked like this: no violence, no fighting, then the kids will sort it out themselves.

And at that moment, everything was mixed up inside you. You hated his personality, but it turned out that he kissed in a way that made your head spin. A strange feeling appeared in your stomach, as if everything inside you had turned over.

He just chuckled and said: Well, it seems you're not such a thorn after all.