The girlfriend
Pairing: Nico Hischier x reader
Words: 2,1k
Warning(s): none, it very fluffy
You were tying your sneakers in the hallway outside Nico’s apartment when he cleared his throat.
“Hey.”
You looked up. He was leaning against the wall, already dressed in his game suit, hair still a little damp from his shower. He looked stupidly good, which honestly felt unfair.
“Yeah?” you said.
He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. That alone made your stomach tighten. Nico didn’t usually get nervous.
“So… I was wondering,” he started, eyes flicking to yours and then away. “Would you sit in the WAG section tonight?”
You froze halfway through tying your lace. “The what?”
He smiled softly. “The WAG section. By the ice.”
You straightened slowly. “Why?”
“I just want you closer,” he said. Simple. Casual. Like he wasn’t completely rearranging your brain chemistry. Your heart started beating harder.
“Nico,” you said carefully, “that’s for, like… girlfriends.”
He shrugged, trying to act relaxed, but you saw the tension in his shoulders. “I know.”
You stared at him. He held your gaze for a second longer, then leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead like that somehow explained everything.
“I’ve gotta go,” he said, grabbing his bag. “Text me when you get there, okay?”
And just like that, he left. You stood there in the hallway for a full thirty seconds, absolutely stunned. The second you got into your car, you opened the group chat.
GUYS.
Immediately:
WHAT. WHY ARE YOU YELLING.
You didn’t even bother easing into it.
NICO JUST ASKED ME TO SIT IN THE WAG SECTION.
Three dots popped up from everyone at once.
NO HE DID NOT. THAT IS GIRLFRIEND TERRITORY. ARE YOU A WAG NOW.
You stared at your phone.
I ASKED HIM WHY AND HE JUST SAID HE WANTS ME CLOSER AND THEN LEFT.
Your friends lost their minds.
HE LEFT??? THIS MAN. BABE, HE BASICALLY PROPOSED.
You pulled into the arena parking lot still shaking.
You followed the usher to your seat, hyper aware of everything. The quieter section. The polished smiles. The way a couple of girls gave you knowing looks. You felt wildly underprepared for this. You texted again.
I AM LITERALLY SITTING NEXT TO SOMEONE’S WIFE I CANNOT DO THIS.
Warmups started a minute later. Nico stepped onto the ice and immediately scanned the crowd. His eyes found you. His lips curved into a small smile, just for himself. Your heart flipped.
Throughout the game, he kept looking over. After strong shifts. After faceoff wins. Once after he took a hit and popped right back up. Every time, his gaze landed on you, and every time something in his expression softened. You knew he noticed the jersey too.
When he scored in the first period, you jumped up, screaming like you always did. He turned toward your section right away and smiled openly this time, biting his lip before skating back to the bench.
You sent another message.
HE JUST SMILED AT ME AFTER HIS GOAL I AM UNWELL. THIS IS CINEMA.
The Devils won, and Nico played like a man possessed. When the buzzer sounded, you clapped until your hands hurt.
After the game, you told your friends you would meet them later and made your way toward the tunnel, nerves crawling back in. You stood by the wall, replaying everything in your head. Was this his way of telling you something? Or were you reading too much into it?
Nico appeared a few minutes later, duffel bag over his shoulder, hair still damp. His face lit up when he saw you.
“Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey.”
He kissed your cheek like usual, but this time he let it linger.
You swallowed. “Can I talk to you?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
He set his bag down and led you a little farther away. You crossed your arms.
“So… the WAG section.”
He smiled. “I confused you.”
“Yes,” you said. “A lot.”
He stepped closer. “I just wanted you close tonight.”
“But Nico,” you said quietly, “that section means something. And I care about you, but we’ve never actually talked about… us.”
He went still. Then he reached for your hands.
“I talk to you every day,” he said. “You come to my games. You steal my hoodies. I look for you in the crowd every night.”
Your chest tightened.
“I guess I thought it was obvious.”
You shook your head gently. “Not to me.”
He took a slow breath, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
“I didn’t want you sitting there unless it was real,” he said softly. “So I figured I should stop avoiding it.”
He looked up at you, eyes warm and steady. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
Your heart stuttered.
“Yes,” you breathed. “Yes, Nico.”
Relief flooded his face. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close, forehead resting against yours.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’ve been in love with you for a while.”
You kissed him right there in the hallway, and for once he didn’t care who might see.
Later, walking out of the arena hand in hand, you opened your group chat one last time.
UPDATE: HE ASKED ME TO BE HIS GIRLFRIEND.
Your phone exploded.
You smiled to yourself and squeezed Nico’s hand as he kissed your temple. No more confusion. You were his, and he was yours.
The locker room was loud. Music thumped through the walls, guys laughing and shouting over each other, the sound of skates clattering against the floor echoing down the hallway. You hovered just outside the door, suddenly shy now that everything was official.
Nico noticed you immediately.
He was halfway through talking to Jack when his eyes flicked up and landed on you. His whole face changed.
“Hey,” he said softly, already walking over.
Jack followed his gaze and grinned. “Well damn. Took you long enough, captain.”
Nico shot him a look but couldn’t stop smiling. He reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Guys,” Nico said, voice steady but proud, “this is my girlfriend.”
Your heart did a little flip. A chorus of whistles and fake gagging followed.
“Finally.”
“About time.”
“You owe us drinks.”
You laughed nervously, cheeks warm, as Nico squeezed your hand.
“This is Y/N,” he added quietly to you, pointing people out. “Jack. Jesper. Dawson.”
They all greeted you warmly, Jack throwing an arm around Nico’s shoulders.
“We’ve known longer than you,” Jack stage whispered.
You leaned closer to Nico. “Did they?”
He nodded sheepishly. “Apparently.”
He guided you to his stall and draped his jacket over your shoulders when he noticed you rubbing your arms.
“You cold?”
“A little.”
He kissed the top of your head. “Here.”
The simple intimacy of it made your chest ache in the best way. You watched him pack his bag, still buzzing from the game, still glowing from the win. Every so often he would glance over at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were there.
At one point he walked over, cupped your face in his hands, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Jack made dramatic gagging noises.
“I hate love.”
Nico didn’t even look at him. “You’ll live.”
After Nico finished changing, he pulled you back into his side and led you out of the arena. The cold air hit your cheeks as you stepped outside. Nico immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders, tucking you into him.
“You okay?” he asked.
You nodded. “I just… that was a lot.”
He smiled softly. “Good lot or overwhelming lot?”
“Good lot.”
He kissed your temple. “Good.”
You walked in comfortable silence for a moment, your head resting against his shoulder. Then he spoke again.
“I was really nervous asking you.”
You looked up at him. “You were?”
He laughed quietly. “Yeah. I’ve played in Game Sevens with less anxiety.”
You smiled. “You didn’t show it.”
“I tried not to.”
He stopped walking suddenly and turned to face you, hands settling on your waist.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he told you quietly. “I’ve been in love with you for a while. I just didn’t want to mess it up.”
Your throat tightened.
“You didn’t,” you said.
He leaned in and kissed you slowly, sweet and unhurried, right there in the parking lot.
Later, curled up together in his car while waiting to leave, you pulled out your phone.
GUYS HE INTRODUCED ME AS HIS GIRLFRIEND TO THE TEAM.
Your friends lost their collective minds.
Nico peeked over. “Are they happy?”
“They’re planning our wedding.”
He laughed, pulling you closer. “Sounds about right.”
You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his arm snug around you. After a minute, he pressed a kiss into your hair.
“So,” he murmured, “my girlfriend hungry?”
You smiled against him.
“Very.”
He grinned. “Good. Captain’s treating.”
And as he drove you home, hand resting on your thigh, you finally let yourself relax. No more wondering. No more guessing. Just Nico and you, and a whole lot of soft smiles, stolen kisses, and hockey wins ahead.
The next morning you woke up slowly, wrapped in warmth. For a moment, you didn’t know where you were. Then you felt Nico’s arm around your waist, his chest solid against your back, his steady breathing tickling your neck.
Right. Nico Hischier. Your boyfriend. Your lips twitched at the thought.
You shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but Nico stirred anyway. He tightened his hold on you immediately, pulling you closer like his body had memorized you overnight.
“Mornin’,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.
“Morning.”
He pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, then buried his face in your hair.
“You slept okay?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Mmhmm.”
He kissed your neck softly. Once. Twice. You rolled over to face him. His hair was a mess, eyes still heavy, and he looked so peaceful it almost hurt. He smiled the second he saw you.
“Hi,” he said, like he hadn’t seen you in years.
“Hi.”
He reached out and brushed your cheek with his thumb. “My girlfriend looks cute when she wakes up.”
You blinked.
“My what?”
He smirked.
“My girlfriend.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly. “You’re going to say that all day, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
You laughed, burying your face in his chest. He wrapped both arms around you, holding you close.
“I like saying it,” he admitted quietly. “Feels real.”
Your heart melted.
Eventually, hunger won.
You both dragged yourselves out of bed, you stealing one of Nico’s hoodies while he pulled on sweatpants. He noticed immediately.
“That’s my hoodie.”
You slipped your arms through the sleeves. “Correction. It’s your girlfriend’s hoodie now.”
His smile was immediate. “Exactly.”
In the kitchen, Nico started coffee while you leaned against the counter, watching him move around like this was already routine. He handed you a mug.
“Here,” he said. “Made coffee for my girlfriend.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re doing it again.”
He shrugged innocently. “Just stating facts.”
You took a sip, trying not to grin. He opened the fridge, staring inside like it might offer guidance.
“What does my girlfriend want for breakfast?”
“You don’t have to call me that every sentence.”
“Yes I do.”
You laughed. “Eggs are fine.”
He nodded seriously. “Eggs for my girlfriend.”
You shook your head, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
Halfway through cooking, his phone buzzed. He checked it and groaned.
“Team group chat.”
You smirked. “What are they saying?”
He held up his phone.
Captain finally made it official.
Jack had added about six celebratory emojis.
Nico rolled his eyes. “They’re unbearable.”
He typed back quickly.
Yeah well my girlfriend likes me so.
You nearly choked on your coffee.
“You did not.”
He showed you the screen, completely unapologetic. Jack replied instantly.
WE GET IT YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.
Nico just smiled.
Breakfast ended up eaten on the couch, legs tangled together, a lazy playlist playing quietly in the background. Nico kept pulling you closer between bites, kissing your temple, your cheek, your nose. At one point, you leaned against him and sighed happily. He looked down at you.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you said. “Just… comfy.”
He kissed the top of your head. “Good. My girlfriend deserves comfy mornings.”
You groaned dramatically. “Nico.”
He laughed, low and warm. “Sorry. Can’t help it.”
You curled into his side, tracing idle circles on his chest. He grew quieter then, arms tightening just a little.
“I like this,” he said softly.
“This?”
“Waking up with you. Making coffee. Saying girlfriend.” He smiled down at you. “Feels like something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Your throat tightened. You kissed him slowly, deliberately. He pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours.
“Lazy day?” he asked.
“Lazy day.”
He nodded. “Perfect. My girlfriend is not leaving this couch.”
You smiled against his lips. And honestly? You had zero plans to argue.
