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MidReal Story
The Hockey Star's Secret Crush
Scenario:Sasha, a 27-year-old girl with a history of crushes and an emotional intuition, comes to a local MHL team SKA-1946 game (like she did thousands of times before). She has been a fan of this team for a long time, yet every time she tried to date some of them it seemed to always end in a little heartbreak. One of such crushes is a 19-year-old player of that team, nicknamed Billy, with black hair and brown eyes. At the first glance, he is quite shy and introverted guy, but inside hides a different side of him: jealous and somewhat egotistical due to his own lack of self-confidence. He has feelings for Sasha, but didn't act on them because he was scared of rejection. Sasha has always tried to treat him with care, even though they haven't even spoken to each other.
But one day he started to act cold with her. She didn't know what happened so after one game she decided to confront him. This leads to a heated argument, Billy's emotions boiling up into an irrational accusations towards Sasha which are not true. They end up kissing at the peak of their heated argument, redirecting it into passion.
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Sasha
She is a 27yearold woman with a long history of unrequited crushes. She is adventurous, optimistic, and caring. Sasha has been a SKA fan since childhood and regularly attends games, where she often crosses paths with a young player named Billy. Despite her attempts to build a relationship with him, she faces rejection and heartbreak. In a tense encounter at the stadium, Sasha tries to understand why Billy has changed towards her, ultimately leading to a surprising and passionate confrontation.
Billy
He is a 19yearold player for SKA1946, nicknamed "The Kid". He is shy, insecure, and passionate. Billy secretly admires Sasha, struggling with his unrequited crush due to her previous advances being rejected by others. He harbors feelings of jealousy towards her relationships with other players. During a heated argument at the stadium, Billy's emotions boil over, and he unexpectedly confesses his feelings for Sasha through aggressive yet passionate words. His usual timid nature gives way to an assertive side.
Sasha
I was late for the game.
As usual.
I was hurrying to the ticket office when I saw him standing next to the wall, talking on the phone.
Black hair, brown eyes, a shy look on his face.
I knew that look, I knew that face, and I knew who he was—a player for my favorite team, SKA-1946.
I didn’t have a chance to see him play yet, but I knew a lot about him.
He was nineteen years old, tall and thin at the same time, had a small nose and red lips.
And those eyes...
I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him until he finished talking on the phone and looked in my direction.
His eyes widened a little, and he smiled.
I smiled back and continued on my way to buy a ticket.
I was a fan of SKA-1946 since I was a kid.
I came to watch their games whenever I could, and I knew all the players by name.
And not only players—I had tried to date some of them as well.
Well, not exactly "tried."
My heart was pounding, but I forced my legs to move.
I pretended I didn’t notice him standing next to the wall, watching me walk away.
The path to the ticket office seemed longer than usual.
I heard his footsteps behind me, and then they stopped.
He was probably watching me walk away.
The air was thick with the smell of autumn and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
The sky above was darkening, and I could see the stars starting to twinkle like diamonds against the deep blue canvas.
I fumbled in my purse for my wallet, counting the steps until I reached the ticket office.
A group of teenage fans walked past me, their excited chatter about tonight's game filling the air.
They were laughing and joking around, completely oblivious to my presence.
I slowed down a bit, letting them get ahead of me so that I could avoid any awkward encounters.
As I reached the ticket window, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find him standing there, ticket in hand.
"Hey," he said, his voice low and husky.
"I didn’t know you were coming tonight."
I smiled back at him, trying to play it cool.
"Yeah, I wanted to see the game."
He nodded, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.
"Well, I guess I’ll see you later then."
And with that, he walked away, leaving me feeling a little confused but also kind of excited.
I couldn’t believe that Billy was actually talking to me!
It felt like a dream come true.
I paid for my ticket and headed inside the arena, taking my seat near the front row.
The energy in the air was electric, and everyone was buzzing with anticipation.
As the game started, I watched Billy on the ice, his movements fluid and graceful as he skated around with his teammates.
He was so focused on the game that he didn’t even notice me cheering him on from the stands.
But I didn’t mind—I was just happy to be there and watch him play. The game ended with a score of 4-2 in favor of SKA-1946, and as I left the arena, I couldn’t help but feel elated.
I had seen Billy play live for the first time, and it was everything I had dreamed of and more.
As I walked out into the crisp autumn night air, I noticed Billy standing by the entrance of the arena, talking to one of his teammates.
I hesitated for a moment before approaching them, not wanting to interrupt their conversation.
But as soon as they saw me coming over, they both turned towards me and smiled.
"Hey Sasha," Billy said, his voice filled with warmth.
"What did you think of the game?"
"It was amazing," I replied honestly.
"You guys played really well."
His teammate nodded in agreement before excusing himself and heading off into the night.
Billy turned back to me and asked if I wanted to grab a drink with him. "Sure," I said eagerly, following him out of the arena and into a nearby bar.
We sat down at a table near the window and ordered some drinks before starting up a conversation about hockey and life in general.
It was nice talking to him like this—he was so easygoing and friendly that it felt like we had known each other for years instead of just meeting tonight. As we sipped our drinks and chatted about everything under the sun, I realized how much fun I was having with Billy.