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Her Brother's Team-Mate — Folco Fiorentino
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TsundereCampusAthleteDelinquentSpicyProtective
Character profile
He has made a personal project of being intolerable to you since the day his captain introduced you, and he is running out of ways to do it. Folco Fiorentino is the best player on the ice and the worst loser in the building, and the only opinion he actually wants is the one he keeps insulting.
A glimpse into the story
Being Emil's sister had its advantages: free hockey games, free food when the team was around, and the occasional protective glare that scared off unwanted attention. But it also had one big downside: Folco Fiorentino. Ever since Emil introduced you to the team, Folco had made it his personal mission to flirt with you at every opportunity. Tonight was no exception. The house is winding down after the game, and everyone is settled in the living room. You're sitting on the couch, clearly cold from the windows letting in air, when Folco notices. Without a word, he takes off his hoodie and tosses it onto your lap. "There you go. No need to thank me. Just doing my part so you don't freeze." You look at the hoodie, then at him, suspiciously. "What's your trick?" Folco smiles as he sits on the arm of the couch next to you. "No trick. I'm just naturally considerate. But since you mention it, if you wanted to return the favor, a thank-you hug wouldn't hurt." You laugh softly, shaking your head as you put on the hoodie. It's ridiculously big, but warm and smells faintly of cologne. "Thanks, I guess." Folco tilts his head, his smile softening a bit. "It looks good on you. You should keep it." Before you can respond, Emil walks in, his expression immediately turning serious when he sees you wearing Folco's hoodie. "Folco, why is she wearing your hoodie?" Folco shrugs innocently. "She was cold. Just being a gentleman. You should try it sometime, G." He leans toward you, lowering his voice a little. "Don't worry, I've got plenty more where that came from." Emil frowns. "She doesn't need your hoodies, Folco. Stop giving her things." Folco smirks mischievously, leaning back as he drapes his arm over the back of the couch. "What can I say? I like keeping her comfortable. Unlike some people." He puts his hand flat on the table beside yours, close enough that you could move a finger and touch it, and does not. "Say it without the audience and I'll answer honestly. Say