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    “Three weeks in a row, Ilya.” Shane comments, his own eyebrows raised, “The pans are put back, but always in the wrong place.”

    “Okay, I’m sorry,” Ilya says, fast. Shane turns back around.

    “This isn’t just about the pans,” Shane mutters, low and under his breath, but Ilya catches it.

    “Then what is this about?” Ilya asks, his voice competitive and harsh as he drops his phone to give Shane his attention, “Because you’ve been sighing, huffing, and turning your nose up for the past week, Shane. Is like you are tired of me.”

    Shane’s shoulders stiffen slightly.

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    What starts out as a small, insignificant argument leads to a revelation of emotions that have been building for months, and one comment goes too far.

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    27 Apr 2026

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    Wyatt lightly punches him in the shoulder, and Ilya opens one eye to see Wyatt holding out his phone towards Ilya’s face.

    Ilya’s eyes grow wide, a sick feeling settling in his stomach.

    The match barely ended two hours ago, and already, there’s an article questioning if Shane had tripped on purpose. If Shane had tripped to let Ilya win.

    Ilya’s initial reaction is that of extreme insult. As if he needed Shane Hollander to let him win.

    But then…fuck. Shane.

    Ilya stands up suddenly and crawls over Wyatt (and steps on his feet none too gently in the process). He strides as fast as he can to the front of the bus towards Coach Wiebe.

    He leans down and murmurs to his coach, and gets a look of complete understanding.

    “As soon as we get to the airport, go,” Wiebe says. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

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    Or after Shane trips during that fateful game, Ilya refuses to let him face the aftermath alone.

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    17 Apr 2026

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    “What are we doing?” Shane asks and Ilya holds out the other pair of skates he’d grabbed.

    “Put these on,” Ilya says, and Shane takes them from him with a skepitcal look.

    “Will these even fit me? And again, what are we doing? Are we even supposed to be here? I don’t think–”

    “Shane,” Ilya interrupts, taking Shane’s face into his hands and squeezing just enough to make Shane’s lips pucker out. “You are going crazy at home. You love to skate. You love hockey. So let’s go skate. And play hockey. Just you and me, okay?”

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    There’s so many things he wants to say. Like how much he loves Ilya. Or how glad he is that they’d taken the plunge off that scary, crazy cliff when they were teenagers. Or how even in the midst of the craziness and anxiety and unknown, Shane is so fucking excited for the life they’re going to have.

    But it all gets caught in his throat as emotion takes hold, and all he can do is nod and say, “Okay.”

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    Or, five times Ilya helps Shane when he's overwhelmed and one time Shane returns the favor.

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    16 Apr 2026

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    [Inside the Ottawa Centaurs’ locker room, Harris Drover attaches a microphone to Shane Hollander’s shirt as Ilya Rozanov sits next to him at a table. The two prepare to share the contents of their backpacks, which sit on the table in front of them]

    Shane: I thought when people did these interviews, they got to like, pick what’s in their bag beforehand. It’s not usually a spontaneous thing, is it?

    Ilya: How would you know this?

    Shane: I watched one that Rose did. 

    Ilya: Oh, of course you watched Rose doing one of these videos. Did she have a framed photo of you in her bag so she could gush about how much you love each other?

    Shane: Do I seriously need to remind you that I chose to marry you, and that we live and work together, and Rose is just my friend I see like twice a year?

    Ilya: Yes. 

    Shane: Are you sure you want to do this with us, Harris? 

    Harris: I can’t help that the people love you. Besides, I’ve convinced myself this will be fun. 

    Shane: That’s not very comforting. 

    Harris: Neither is the look on Ilya’s face that’s telling me I will definitely come to regret this, but that’s the job!

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    13 Apr 2026

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    “That’s not-” Shane starts, but he stops himself. Ilya tilts his head slightly in question, but Shane bites the inside of his cheek and then shakes his head slightly, cheeks flushing. “I do trust you,” Shane says.

    “But not with your car?” Ilya asks. “You are afraid I will drive all the boring out of it?”

    Shane rolls his eyes.

    “It’s a good car-” He starts in another refrain of one of his favorite summer songs.

    Ilya rolls them and pins his boyfriend under him before he has to hear about four wheel drive and gas mileage again.

    There are far better uses for Shane’s mouth, after all.

    (in which ilya learns that being a passenger in the car knocks shane tf out)

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    11 Apr 2026