POV: KhyleThe first run through went cleanly enough.Khyle's side had control from the drop, and they moved the puck through the sequence the coach wanted with the mechanical efficiency of men who had run the same plays enough times that their bodies knew the pattern without being told. The opposing group pressed hard, won the puck back in the neutral zone, and put it in the net two minutes later. Clean, functional, unremarkable.Khyle barely noticed any of it.He was tracking Gunner.Not deliberately. Not as a tactical decision. His eyes just kept finding him the way your tongue finds a sore tooth, involuntary and persistent and deeply annoying. Gunner was playing his position with the same focused patience Khyle had observed on the bench during games, not chasing the play, not overextending, just maintaining his presence in a way that made the ice around him feel slightly more dangerous than the ice everywhere else.He hadn't come near Khyle yet.That was the part that had his nerv
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