𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔- 𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐔
He didn’t mean to elbow the other team’s center, he swears he didn’t. the one thing betraying his plea of innocence is the instinctual curl of his lip, up in a smirk that rivals the devil himself. it’s subtle, but the goalie cannot hide the way a mischevious sense of pride bubbles through him.
the one and only miya atsumu is known for being just a tad bit violent on the ice. his loud calls and cocky trash-talk are his trademark, often times the spectators could even hear him through the thick protective glass. so it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that the elbow to the nose was most definitely, on purpose.
but could you blame him? this game had been a tough one, the opposing team a longtime rival, and with their powerful centers and wingers, atsumu was working double-time to make sure that the score stayed in inarizaki’s favor. if they held onto the lead, the game would be over and overtime wouldn’t be a possibility. and so, tension and pressure was building inside the mind of the increasingly annoyed young man buried inside the many layers of gear surrounding him, bright white number 7 shining and practically gleaming under the stadium lights.
in his frustration, the other team saw an opportunity, exchanging their goalie for another man on the ice, another player atsumu would have to deal with. and after an unseen high-sticking inflicted on defenseman number 11, miya osamu, a player from the other team was able to score a narrow goal against atsumu.
3-3
the blinking red lights and the sound of the horn announcing another score seemed to mock him, personally ringing in his ears and making his blood boil. osamu, effectively slammed in the ribs by a brutal stick across the chest, had yet to get up, groaning as a few teammates surrounded him to help him off his back.
needless to say it didn’t take long before one extremely angered atsumu was out of the goal and his helmet had been tossed recklessly to the side, a sweeping wave of knowing passing over the crowd as skates gleamed on the hushed ice.
now in hockey, it isn’t often that you see a goalie involved in the various fights. they tend to stay out of it, let alone be the cause of one.
but then again..... miya atsumu is no ordinary run of the mill high school goalie. and he has quite the killer right hook, hair soaked with sweat and teeth clenched, bared in a manner akin to the jaw of a fox. he puts his frustrations behind the punch, blood boiling beneath his skin as all the moments of clenched jaws and painful pressure cumulate into one single moment.
blood on the ice and blood on his bare hands, gloves tossed to the side as the most satisfying of cracks silenced the ice, smirk prevalent on the bastardish goalie as the player struck doubled over in pain, chaos erupting between the two teams. the sickening pop of the enemy winger’s jaw was the signal shot for the two teams to break out into fights (inarizaki’s captain, defenseman kita shinsuke, felt it was a time in which the fight was indeed justified, turning a golden eye to the stands instead of helping out the referees with separating the two teams).
when it’s all said and done, and number 7, miya atsumu, goalie and star of inarizaki hockey club, is thrown in the penalty box as if it were his palace, he smirks. he smirks and reclines, prideful rage practically glowing in his eyes as he watches his team take revenge for him, another man on the ice in his place.
miya atsumu smirks, nodding at you through the glass as blood from his own split browbone makes him look like even more of a predator, eyes watching your every single move. it’s as though he can see your heart beating out of your chest, gritting his teeth and shooting you a grin that shakes you to your bones. miya atsumu smirks, because he knows you have been watching him.
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