Chapter Text
Something was wrong Shane thought, that was the only explanation he could find for why Troy Barrett the Ottawa centaurs forward was asking for his number. But there It was in a dm on instagram in bold letters:
@Ottawatroybarrett: Hey Shane, I hope this isn’t too forward, but I was hoping I could get your number?
Had ilya put troy up the this? Was this one of his jokes that he thought were funny but really weren’t. Shane didn’t know what to reply, he couldn’t ignore the damn thing because Troy would see that he already read It, but he also wanted to talk to Ilya first in case there was a misunderstanding. It was no secret that the two were together, after the Hayden fan mail debacle Shane and Ilya’s relationship became public knowledge. Even though they were publicly dating, every now and then someone would hit on Shane just to get a reaction from Rozanov and It worked every time. But Shane wasn’t sure this was one of those moments. Troy and Ilya both played for the Ottawa centaurs so there’s no way Troy didn’t know how Ilya would react.
Ilya could sense something was wrong the moment he stepped into Shane’s apartment. They both had a rare weekend off, so they were spending It at Shane’s Montreal apartment. Ilya was glad that they could finally spend some time together, plus there was something he wanted to talk to Shane about.
“Solnyshko I’m home,” he shouted to a suspiciously quiet place. When he didn’t find Shane in the living room or kitchen, he went searching and found him in the bedroom staring at something on his phone. “Oh no, that looks serious” Ilya said to a confused looking Shane. Shane jumped up when he finally realized Ilya was standing in the doorway. “When did you get here?” When Ilya replied with a few minutes ago, Shane realized he was staring at his phone longer than he thought he was.
Concerned etched across Ilya’s forehead, “Hollander you are having panic attack, what’s wrong?”. Words started coming out of Shane’s mouth, but he couldn’t understand a word he was speaking. “Hollander slow down, I’m still Russian remember, English still not first language.” “Sorry” Shane said, “Ilya before I show you this, you have to promise not to get upset. I didn’t respond because I wanted to talk to you first but only if you promise not to hit anyone.” Ilya was confused on why Shane thought whatever he had to show him would make him that upset he would want to punch someone. Shane slowly handed over his phone to Ilya where on the screen Ilya could see an Instagram message from his forward Troy Barrett asking for Shane’s number.