Kyrian's povThe flight back from Tokyo felt like crossing back into enemy territory.Connie had slept most of the way, her head against the window, while I stared at nothing, my mind replaying the nights we’d spent tangled together in that hotel room.For one week, it had been simple and real.Now we were back, and the weight of Crestfield—the show, the cameras, the expectations—was already pressing down again.Tonight was my first game back.Crestfield versus Riverton.Home ice.I stepped onto the ice with the team for warm-ups, the familiar chill cutting through my jersey.Sean skated up beside me, tapping his stick on the ice.“Good to have you back, bro. The team felt off without you.”“I'm back now, let's give it our best shot.” I said, nodding my head.The rest of the guys were in their routines—stretching, passing drills, light shots on goal. The crowd was decent, but I could feel the undercurrent.Some cheers.Some murmurs.The suspension hadn't helped my reputation.Up in th
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