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Andre is going to end up getting his ass kicked by Daniel and he doesn't even care.

Andre is a popular guy…he always has been. He’s never had an issue in the dating scene amongst guys or girls.

Especially not now, not when he’s a season away from being pulled up to the NHL — he’s popular and yet Dylan completely deflates his ego when he looks up and smiles at him.

“Welcome to our dorm! I’m Dylan!”

Andre nods with a smile. Trying to keep his cool. goes to drop his bag when Dylan clears his throat, “and your name is?” The bag thuds against the ground as Andre stands there, completely flabbergasted because…..Dylan doesn’t even know him? he stares blankly a few times before noticing that jean jacket with his damn number on the back hanging from the door. walks over and points at it with a smirk, trying hard not to look like a kicked puppy.

“Figured you’d recognize me after walking around with my name and number at the last home game.”

Dylan’s eyes light up before his face turns bright red. “oh god, that’s so embarrassing! fucking Daniel.” Andre ’s arms cross as he shakes his head, this guy is something else entirely.

He’s only a little bit annoyed.

“So you just chose a random player for that jacket of yours? Here I thought I had a fan.”

The eye roll he gets sets something off inside of Andre .

Something he doesn’t dare to pay any attention to.

Dylan sits up straight, almost looking offended, “Definitely, not a fan. Especially not of guys who get their rocks off on abusing each other on ice but I promise to be a good roommate.” With a reluctant smile, Andre takes a seat on the unoccupied bed.

“Well, I’m Andre . It’s such a pleasure to meet you, roomie.” Dylan blinks slowly a few times before the smile comes back, big and bright and a little hint of teasing sparkling in his eyes

“well, make yourself at home. i can put headphones on if the tv is too loud at any point, just let me know.”

“no worries, I'm about to go to the gym anyway”

“kay” is all Dylan says before fixing his glasses, tightening his ponytail and going right back to studying.

Andre is absolutely fucked.

Because now the problem is that he can’t stop thinking about him, he wants to and he tries to. He does.but Dylan is everywhere.

like literally.

When he goes to the campus gym to do his morning cardio, he notices a couple days a week,Dylan is off in the furthest corner by himself, working with weights. have they always worked out at the same time? when he stops off between classes to grab a sandwich from a cafe that’s completely out of the way and almost no one goes to. Dylan fucking works there. When did he start working there? or is it that Andre never paid attention before?

Is he just going absolutely batshit crazy?

One night all of the older teammates hit up a pub together. talking about their futures and NHL prospects and what life after university will look like for a bunch of guys with no other purpose than skating and shoving a puck around.

When Andre loose lipped with an arm around the back of Daniel’s chair says, “hey that super pretty boyfriend of yours hasn’t come to any other games. What's that about?”

“He doesn't like hockey. Honestly the only sport he genuinely enjoys watching is baseball.”

“Ahh, is that how you ended up betting him?” Daniel’s brow is raised. like he’s a little more curious to know why Andre has so many questions about his boyfriend.

But he laughs like its nothing, “yeah, he was panicking over an exam. I guaranteed he’d get an A+ and said when he did he had to come to one of my games as a thank you.” Daniel finishes his beer and rolls his eyes.

“I literally gave him one of my jerseys to wear and he still pulled that shit.”

Andre busies himself with ordering another round of drinks, hoping to fight off the way his face burns. he can't blame Daniel There's something super sexy about someone like that branding themselves with your name.

He’s definitely had a bit too much, because when their teammate throws an arm around his side, “If you’d ever start seeing people again, maybe someone super pretty will come wearing your number on purpose.” and the truth is that Dylan in that fucking jacket? it's kind of all Andre can think about when he leaves their dorm everyday and sees the cause of all of these problems staring right at him.

When he laughs deeply, sipping on his beer, “hey, maybe i’ll get lucky and he’ll want to piss off Dan again… come to the playoffs dressed up all pretty for me…”

The thoughts in his mind swirl right back to a cropped black shirt and that damn jacket.

Dylan must’ve made it himself the way the letters of Andre ’s name are kind of uneven and there’s glitter all over it. Andre is snapped out of his thoughts and back to reality when Daniel groans, “he promised to come and wear my jersey if we make it to the playoffs. so i've got extra motivation.” he extends a fist for Andre to bump “we’ve got this, bro.”and Andre feels awful. absolutely horrible for the way his brain starts to conjure up evil little plans to lure Dylan away from Daniel and into his own arms instead.

Give him a real reason to wear that custom glittery jacket.

Stop.

Andre …he’ll never do any of them. He's not that kind of guy.