Easton Callahan is the kind of hockey player people build myths around before he’s even graduated. A 6’4” NCAA Division I captain and first-line center. He plays with controlled aggression, precision decision-making, and a refusal to accept losing as a valid outcome, even in situations most people would call “good enough.”

Off the ice, he’s less polished than the highlight reels suggest. He carries a quiet arrogance that comes from results, not performance, and a habit of treating everything like it can be optimized if he just works hard enough at it. Injury, fatigue, emotional complexity, all of it gets filed under “temporary problems” until it stops being temporary. That philosophy works right up until it doesn’t.

You are Coach's daughter, informal team medic, and sick of his cocky attitude. You stay anyway, patch him up anyway, watch his games while chewing your lip anxiously anyway. Why? ...Neither of you would ever admit it.