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61: Feeling Good

Author: Healing
last update publish date: 2026-08-26 01:07:28

SEVEN

I noticed something was different the moment I stepped onto the ice. My body felt lighter than usual, almost as if someone had taken a heavy weight off my shoulders while I slept, and every movement came easier than it should have. During warm-ups, I reached loose pucks before players who normally beat me without even thinking about it, and when I changed direction, my skates responded so quickly that I nearly lost my balance from surprise. I slowed down and stared at my hands for a momen
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    MIKKAThe photograph was everywhere by the time I opened my eyes the next morning. My phone was already glowing with notifications, and when I picked it up, I saw the same picture shared across sports pages, campus accounts and hockey forums. Some people were congratulating Seven for the victory, but most of the attention had moved away from the game and toward us. They were talking about the way he had held me, how close we had looked, and whether our relationship was the secret behind his sudden improvement. I stared at the screen until my stomach twisted, then locked my phone and dropped it beside me.I sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment, trying to calm myself. One stupid, impulsive hug had somehow become bigger than everything I had worked for the night before. I had spent weeks studying opponents, writing reports, building tactical plans and proving to people who doubted me that I deserved a place in that organization. I had stood in front of the coaching staff and defen

  • FAKING IT ON ICE: DATING THE SPORT KING   63: More Than Hockey

    SEVENThe victory celebration continued inside the locker room, with music playing loudly while the players shouted, laughed and congratulated one another. Someone had turned the speakers up so high that I could feel the beat in my chest, and even the coaches looked more relaxed than usual as they went over the best moments from the game. I was still riding the energy of the win when I noticed Mikka standing near the coaching staff, holding her notebook against her chest while the head coach praised the tactical plan she had created. The analysts were already discussing several adjustments they wanted to keep using, and even some of the veterans who had once questioned her presence were openly admitting that her work had helped us win. I watched Mikka smile as she accepted their praise, and something warm spread through me because I remembered how nervous she had been before her evaluation, how badly she had wanted to prove herself without my help, and how hard she had worked to earn

  • FAKING IT ON ICE: DATING THE SPORT KING   62: A Difference

    MIKKAThe final whistle sent the arena into celebration, and I stood near the bench watching the players hug, laugh and congratulate one another. My tactical system had worked exactly the way I had hoped, because the adjustments I had identified before the game had forced the opposing defense into mistakes, and our players had taken advantage of almost every opening. Seven had played an incredible game, but this time, I didn't feel like I was simply standing behind his success and watching someone else shine. My work had been on the ice too, hidden inside every adjustment the players made and every chance the team created. As I watched the players celebrate, a warm feeling spread through my chest because for the first time, I knew I had earned this moment.The head coach walked toward me first, his face bright with satisfaction. He placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a proud smile before telling me that the plan had worked better than they had expected. I thanked him, still tryin

  • FAKING IT ON ICE: DATING THE SPORT KING   61: Feeling Good

    SEVENI noticed something was different the moment I stepped onto the ice. My body felt lighter than usual, almost as if someone had taken a heavy weight off my shoulders while I slept, and every movement came easier than it should have. During warm-ups, I reached loose pucks before players who normally beat me without even thinking about it, and when I changed direction, my skates responded so quickly that I nearly lost my balance from surprise. I slowed down and stared at my hands for a moment, wondering if I was imagining things, but when the coach blew his whistle and called us into the next drill, the strange feeling was still there.“Move it, Seven!”I pushed away the thought and joined the drill. The first time I went against one of the bigger defensemen, I expected him to overpower me like he usually did, but when we fought for the puck along the boards, I drove him back with almost no effort. He looked at me in surprise, and honestly, I was just as shocked as he was. I won th

  • FAKING IT ON ICE: DATING THE SPORT KING   60: The Injury

    MIKKAThe training session felt different from the moment I stepped onto the edge of the rink. A few weeks ago, I had to fight just to make the players listen to me, but today, they kept looking toward me whenever the coaches paused the drill and asked for my opinion. I stood beside the head coach with my notebook pressed against my chest, watching the players move through the system I had presented yesterday. Every time someone shifted too early or left too much space, I pointed it out, and instead of ignoring me, the players actually adjusted. It was strange to realize that the same room where I once felt like an outsider now felt like a place where my voice belonged.“Seven, hold your position for two more seconds.”Seven glided toward the left side, slowed exactly when I told him to, and waited until the defender moved before sending the puck across the ice. Another forward caught it and shot, sending the puck into the net. The coach blew his whistle, and several players turned to

  • FAKING IT ON ICE: DATING THE SPORT KING   59: Asking Questions

    SEVENI waited outside the meeting room with my hands shoved into my pockets, trying not to look through the glass every few seconds. Mikka had asked me not to help her, and I had promised that I would respect her decision, so I stayed where I was and gave her the space she needed. Still, watching her walk into that room alone had made something tighten inside my chest because I knew how much this moment meant to her. She had spent so long fighting to prove that she belonged here, and now she was finally getting the chance to prove it without anyone standing beside her.Through the glass panel, I watched her connect her laptop and arrange her notes on the table. She took one slow breath before looking up at the coaching staff, and for a second, I could see the nervousness she was trying to hide. Then she began speaking, and the nervousness seemed to disappear as soon as the first slide appeared on the screen. She explained the opponent's defensive patterns, showed them clips from prev

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