Saved, Then Rejected by my Ice Hockey Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Aya's POV “…why on earth are you still here, Tavian?!”I stepped slightly behind him, peeking over his shoulder. And really, there he was..Leaning casually against the hallway wall like he owned the building.Tavian.Bright-eyed. Fully dressed. Annoyingly awake. He lifted one hand in greeting. “Good morning, sunshines.”Johanis looked ready to slam the door in his face. “I thought Hillia left at dawn,” he said flatly.“They did.”There was silence for a moment until I cannot take it anymore. “They did?” I echoed.Tavian nodded cheerfully. “Very punctual group. I’m always so proud.”“…Then why are you here?” Johanis asked slowly, like he was speaking to a particularly dim child. Tavian’s smile widened. “Elder Odin asked me to join you guys during his class.”There was a pause.Then—“Oh Goddess, please say you’re joking!” Johanis groaned. Tavian’s grin did not falter. “Only… I’m not my dear nephew.”Another silence followed. It was heavy and really dramatic beyond comparison. Johanis

Aya's POV “How would I know the answer to that question?” She replied. “I literally just bumped into you guys because I know that you’d be going this way.”I tilted my head and wondered what she meant by that. It seems the others are thinking the same thing as Finn repeated suspiciously, “This way?”She merely pointed behind us. And when I turned—Oh.Professor Thorne’s corridor.. Of course. The long, slightly dim hallway at the east wing of Woodhill University that always smelled faintly of old parchment and something… metallic. The way leading straight to Professor Thorne’s classroom.Not the forest.Not Bloodbury.Just… class..Still terrifying, but in an academic way.I don't even know why I thought of the forest but maybe it's just because that place gives me the creeps and a PTSD.Kael exhaled loudly. “Oh. That way.”Leon scratched his head. “For a second I thought—”“The forest?” Finn supplied.They all exchanged looks. Thank Goddess I thought I was the only one being paranoid

Aya’s POVDay one.And I already want to riot..Because apparently, being last year’s representative of the interschool tournament does not grant Woodhill University any glorious advantage.No..It grants them a handicap.A freaking handicap!!They are required to defeat three teams.Three!!!While the others only need to defeat two! And two losses equals elimination.“Explain to me again how the fuck that is fair,” I muttered, arms crossed tightly over my chest. Lily shrugged beside me as she arrived not even three minutes long.“It’s simply tradition.”“That is the most stupid justification I have ever heard.”“They say it proves consistency,” she added helpfully, trying to low-key defend this unreasonable rule of theirs!! “..If Woodhill really deserves to represent again, they should be able to defeat three.”“Then make the others defeat three too!”I could feel Johanis’ subtle smirk but I chose to ignore him, or else he might be the recipient of my ire.Lily merely shoved popcorn i

Aya's POV We were all still laughing.Still riding the high of Hillia’s last-second save. Tavian was dramatically reenacting the goalkeeper’s dive for the fifth time, complete with sound effects and an unnecessary slow-motion spin, while Lily critiqued his “form” like she was some professional analyst.Johanis stood beside me, arms crossed, wearing that small, superior smirk he reserved for moments like this—when competition felt clean and fun and sharp instead of ugly. And then—A roar erupted from the second ice court.Not the normal cheer of a good play.Not even the explosion of a goal. This was a little bit different…Louder. Rougher. Almost feral.All of us froze. Tavian lowered his imaginary goalie glove. “That… doesn’t sound right..”Another wave of noise crashed through the arena. Someone shouted. A whistle shrieked. The sound of skates carving hard into ice echoed faintly even from this distance. My stomach tightened for unknown reasons.“What match is that?” I asked.“Blac

Aya's POV The scoreboard’s unblinking 0-0 felt like a judgment, a gaping maw of unresolved tension. The buzzer shrieked, slicing through the stunned silence, and then the arena became a cacophony of confused chatter. My eyes, however, were locked on the ice, specifically on Johanis. On my mate.. He stood there, a blue-clad statue amidst the swirling chaos, his chest heaving, the faint mist of his breath rising in the frigid air. When his gaze finally lifted, it found mine, and in that instant, the world narrowed to just us. His eyes, usually so intense, held a depth I couldn't quite decipher, a mixture of exhilaration and something else – a hunger, perhaps?Then he was moving, skating off the ice with his teammates, their faces etched with a similar blend of exhaustion and fierce focus. They disappeared down the tunnel leading to the locker rooms, leaving me feeling strangely bereft.“I’m starving,” Lily declared, breaking the spell, her voice a little hoarse. “And so ‘effin thirsty