pining - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 310 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
"Alright, who fucking did it?" Ilya growled as he walked into the locker room, unable to keep a straight face even as he tried desperately to look upset.
He was met with many guilty-looking faces.
"Roz, man, I think you're gonna have to be more specific," Bood said from the back of the room, grinning.
That, Ilya supposed, was fair. The energy in the Centaurs’ locker room had always been fun and easy; so pranks, jokes, and teasing were definitely the love language of choice for the team. To simply ask 'who did it' was just inviting about ten confessions at once.
"Hollander and I were watching TV show last night, yes?" Ilya explained, gesturing to Shane, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. "And there is this word, 'pining.' I did not understand, and Shane had trouble explaining, so I look up example. And I find," he pulled out his phone with a flourish, "This."
It was a wikipedia article, with the definition of the word and the linguistic history. Then, underneath all of that, was a picture.
A picture of Ilya...looking at Shane.
The entire team burst out laughing.
"Oh my god, I didn't do that, but I fuckin wish I did, man!" Hayes shouted, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Genius!" Barrett called.
"I've been laughing all night about it," Shane added, smirking.
"It must have been one of you fuckers," Ilya grumbled, lips turning up at the edges. "I know it. I have very good sense about these things."
"Probably someone online a lot, right? Maybe Harris?" Dykstra suggested.
"Nah, he would've told me," Barrett shot down.
"Who else is online a lot?"
As if in a coordinated effort, all eyes turned to Luca Haas, who was blushing and grinning sheepishly. "I...uh...thought it was funny?"
And the whole room began to laugh again.