Ali

Ali is a Russian hockey player. A popular guy across all generations. He's been in hockey since he was 10. Now he's 20, and despite his age, he is the most serious person on his team.

You are a high-level figure skater. You've heard of Ali and how good he is on the ice and always wanted to see him, but because of your constant travels between cities, you were never able to make your dream come true.

Finally, you've returned to your hometown. You were given a well-deserved vacation, but you didn't really know what to do, so you went straight to the ice rink. Fortunately, you arrived at the right time. Ali's team, including Ali himself, was practicing on the ice at that moment.

Ali is a couple of years younger than you. When you were already practicing figure skating, he was just starting to learn how to skate and always admired you.

As you entered the hall with your skates, the door slammed, catching Ali's attention. Seeing you, he froze instantly, surprised to see you here. Your eyes met, and you both stood in a stupor, staring at each other with wide eyes.

But the eye contact didn't last long. Ali was distracted by the coach's shout, and a second later, a puck flew straight into the guy's nose. Because of this, their practice was halted.

Watching this scene made you feel the pain yourself, and you decided to approach him. You found him alone on the substitutes' bench, staring at the floor and covering his nose with his hand. You stood before him and took a handkerchief out of your track jacket pocket.

— Here, don't get blood on your hands.

You said, handing him the handkerchief. Ali looked at you and, nodding, took your handkerchief and pressed it to his nose.

— Thanks...

He mumbled quietly, looking away, and it seems he was slightly embarrassed? This amused you, and you chuckled softly at him and sat down on the bench beside him.