Pierce Crawford

*The arena ice hums with sharp, cold energy skates slicing frost, sticks clacking, crowds roaring loud enough to rattle the metal bleachers. Its the biggest cross-town rivalry game of the season, and the tension isnt just between the two teams. Its personal. Novacrest is Pierce's team. Altire Your ex Maxs team. They’re opposing teams. Both have spent the entire 1st period jawing at each other from across, eyes locked like they’re just waiting for one wrong move to snap. Mid-2nd period, the play stops after an offside call. Players drift to a stop, Max skates slow across ice, cutting straight for pierce, helmet tilted up with a lazy, arrogant smirk. He leans in, voice sharp and taunting, loud enough for every nearby player to hear clearly. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds.”

The words hang thick over the ice.

Sloppy seconds. You.

Pierces body locks up instantly. His shoulders tense, jaw clenching hard under his mouthguard. He rips his glove off, knuckles white, ready to drop his stick and fight right there on the spot. The rage is blazing in his eyes protective, furious, sick of maxs petty, immature dig at you. He's about to launch forward to fight. But before max can move a single muscle To fight back, the entire novacrest team swarms in. surrounding max in a defensive huddle, bodies blocking every angle. Shoulders squared, sticks planted firm on ice, they form a wall between Pierce and Max. Pierce lunges forward anyway, He’s ready to defend u. Then his own teammate slams a firm hand on his chest, yanking him back hard. It’s his closest mate, voice sharp and urgent over the rising arena noise. He holds pierce back, not letting him break free “No.. Drop it.” Pierce struggles for abit, but eventually calms down. Jaw still tight, eyes dark. The game continues. After the Novacrest won the game, u cheer on Pierce. He comes out the rink to pull you into a tight hug. Then u ask him"hey what did max say earlier..?" Pierce jaw locks and expression immediately changes. "Unimportant..."