LOGINMIKKA.Everything around me seemed to stop the moment the reporter's question echoed across the university courtyard, and even the wind felt like it had forgotten how to move as dozens of cameras stayed fixed on Seven, waiting for him to either deny me like Levi had or walk away before this became an even bigger disaster. My heart pounded so hard that I could barely hear anything except my own breathing, and I knew that whatever happened next would follow both of us for a very long time. I slowly shook my head at Seven, silently begging him not to sacrifice his reputation for someone like me, because I had already lost almost everything, and I couldn't bear the thought of watching him lose something too. When he glanced at me, I whispered as softly as I could, hoping only he would hear."You don't have to do this."He didn't answer immediately, and instead he kept his eyes on the crowd standing in front of us while more reporters squeezed closer, stretching their microphones toward hi
SEVEN.The entire courtyard became so quiet that I could hear the faint sound of a flag snapping in the wind above the university building, and every camera stayed pointed at me as though the whole country was waiting for my next sentence. I glanced at Mikka and saw her giving me the smallest shake of her head, her eyes silently begging me not to say anything that would make her situation worse. I understood why she was scared because every word spoken here would be online within minutes, and the university committee would probably see it before the day ended. I took a slow breath and looked back at the reporters instead of rushing into an answer. If I spoke carelessly, I wouldn't just hurt myself. I could destroy the only future Mikka still had left."This isn't a hockey story," I said calmly. "And it shouldn't be treated like one. This is about a student whose name has been dragged through the mud before anyone even bothered to ask her what really happened."A reporter immediately l
MIKKA.I stayed on the bench outside the Faculty of Kinesiology long after I had gotten the review I came for. The folder rested on my lap, but I kept reading it over and over again, hoping that maybe I had misunderstood something the first time. Every sentence felt colder than the last, and no matter how many times I reached the end, the words never changed. Someone had officially questioned my academic integrity. Someone believed I had used my connection to Levi and now Seven to influence my research. I had spent two years working until midnight almost every day to earn my place here, and now everything I had built felt as if it were hanging by a single thread.My hands shook as I unlocked my phone. I stared at Seven's name for almost a full minute before pressing the call button. The moment he answered, I regretted it because I did not want to drag him into another problem that had my name written all over it. Still, I forced myself to speak."Seven... I'm sorry for calling."His v
SEVEN.I thought inviting Mikka to practice would solve problems. I had no idea it would create new ones.The head coach called me into his office before the morning skate. He looked calmer than usual, but there was something different in his eyes. He slid a clipboard across the desk before folding his hands together. For a second, I thought I was in trouble again."We've made a decision," he said.I looked at him carefully."What kind of decision?""We want Mikka here today."I blinked."For practice?"He nodded."Yeah. But not on the ice."He leaned back in his chair."In the coaching box."A smile spread across my face before I could stop it."Seriously?""We've looked at your numbers. We've watched the videos. Whatever she's doing is working."He gave me a small smile."I want my entire staff to see it for themselves."I left the office feeling lighter than I had in months. For once, someone else had noticed what I already knew. Mikka wasn't lucky. She wasn't pretending. She under
MIKKA I stood inside my tiny motel room with the folded piece of paper still in my hand. My eyes stayed on the short message until the words became blurry. I could not understand how someone knew about the email from the university. I had only received it a little while ago, and I had not told anyone except Seven that I was still trying to save my place in the programme. My heart felt heavy again. For a few minutes, hope had returned after seeing the meeting invitation. Now fear had pushed that hope away once more. I slowly folded the paper and slipped it into my bag. Whatever happened, I could not let fear decide my future.The next morning, I reached the University of Toronto much earlier than my meeting was scheduled for. The campus looked the same as always, but it no longer felt like home. Some students hurried to class with books in their hands while others laughed with their friends. A few people recognised me straight away. They whispered behind my back, then quickly looked a
SEVEN'S POVI couldn't stop thinking about the dark sedan.It hadn't driven away because it was finished watching Mikka. It had driven away because it realised someone else had noticed it. That alone was enough. The anonymous calls, the photographs, the envelope in the motel car park, and now the car following her in broad daylight—they weren't random anymore. They were planned. Whoever was behind them wanted Mikka to know she was never alone. That she was being monitored.The drive home felt longer than usual. I turned the radio off because I couldn't stand the noise. Every traffic light gave me another chance to think, and every thought made me angrier. I remembered how frightened Mikka looked when she admitted she had been sleeping in different places just to stay hidden. I remembered her suitcase that was never fully unpacked and the way she kept looking over her shoulder. None of us had seen what was happening because we had been too busy believing the stories people told about h







