And what if I wanted a Yuna POV canon divergent fic where, by virtue of being Shane's momager and shepherding him around everywhere when he enters the MLH, she keeps bumping into her son's biggest rival, because of course the two shining stars of the hockey world would be invited to the same events.
And, look. Yuna has been around hockey culture a long time. She knows why Shane begged her not to drop him off too close to the rink in juniors so his teammates wouldn't catch a glimpse of her. She knows what half the insults tossed around on the ice are about. She's not an idiot. So when this cocky upstart kid starts approaching her at these shindigs, all adolescent swagger, thinking he's soo slick and subtle with whatever kind of mind game he's obviously playing with her son, she has half a mind to cut him off before he can even work up any steam.
“All this talk of Hollander, Hollander, Hollander but I did not know he had big sister" is the kid's opening line.
And she shouldn't laugh – that's obviously the reaction he's aiming for – but he's really selling it, is the thing; his performance deserves at least that much recognition.
“I'm his mother,” she says, playing along.
And oh, he's good – his sharp eyebrows immediately jump into his thick tangle of curls, mouth dropping open in shock that, for all intents and purposes, looks utterly sincere.
“But this cannot be true – you are much too young to have teenager, Miss Hollander.”
And God, this kid. He really is laying it on thick. “I think you'll find I definitely am old enough – and a son your age, no less” that last part she says a little pointedly. She can lay it on thick, too. “And it's Mrs Hollander, actually.”
And Rozanov's eyes are glittering, all mischief when he says, “Ah. Your husband is very lucky man," and no, that is quite enough of that.
And even though she shoos him away, he always comes to circle her skirts at every event they both attend, playing up the simpering flattery, and Yuna, despite herself, is reluctantly charmed. If this is what the kid is like at nineteen, she can't even begin to imagine him when he was younger - he must have gotten away with everything.
Honestly, she finds herself thinking, exasperated, every time she spots him approaching with that impish grin, where is this boy's mother?
And then she finds out. And suddenly, she's asking David if they can invite Rozanov out to lunch because, well, he's going to be in their son's life for a long time, it's good to build rapport with Shane's peers, even if they're competitors.
And that's how Yuna Hollander tucks Ilya Rozanov firmly under her wing long before she ever twigs that he's fucking her son on the dl.
