persona - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 243 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
"I think someone's abducted Rozanov," Hayden said under his breath as he, Shane, and a few of the other coaches stood at the edge of the rink, watching Ilya from afar. "Replaced him with a nicer model."
Shane, however, just smirked, watching his boyfriend. Ilya was in the middle of what looked like a very intense face-off against 7-year-old Brian, muttering chirps that included, 'Your shoelace is untied' and 'I heard your favorite flavor of ice cream is vanilla, so boring,' while Brian kept cracking up and missing the puck. Shane's heart felt swollen with joy, about to crack free from his ribs.
"He really is good with the kids," Max agreed, though he sounded far less surprised and suspicious.
As the other coaches skated off to join in the fun, Shane snorted and shot Hayden a look, not saying a word.
"What?" Hayden demanded, turning to Shane and raising an eyebrow.
And for a moment, Shane thought about keeping his mouth shut, like he usually did. He really considered keeping the peace, and keeping his thoughts buried in his brain. But he'd been insisting for so fucking long that Ilya was so much more than what he was made out to be; that his bad-boy persona was only that...and Hayden had fought him every step of the way.
So now he looked to his friend and shrugged. "Just...I told you so," he muttered.
Hayden's look of shock was thoroughly satisfying.
