Summary:

“You fainted,” Ilya says. “You barely eat. And now you are-“ He gestures vaguely at the mirror, at Shane, at everything. “Explain.” Shane swallows. His heart is pounding again, but this time it’s not dizziness, it’s fear. Real, gut-deep fear. “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he says. “I just… I needed to get better.” Ilya’s brow furrows. “You are the best center in the league.” Shane laughs weakly. “Yeah. On the ice.” *** Shane struggles with the hate he’s receiving online. He limits his eating, he overworks, trying to prove to the world, and himself, that he deserves Ilya.