Icing those hurts

"And everyone is so old," Tubbo complains. Somehow, without them knowing about it, Tubbo's managed to swipe a waffle and is chewing on it happily. Sapnap stifles a laugh. "Well, not everyone, I guess- the kid in our room is our age, I think. He might be younger."

Wilbur perks up. "Does he ice skate?"

"Yeah, he does. He's got these sick skates and everything." Tubbo explains. "He's quiet though. We tried talking to him, but..."

"But?"

Tubbo shrugs. "He's quiet. He doesn't talk much. I guess he's busy."

or, Tommy's made it to the Olympics for figure skating- he's the youngest contestant on the ice and he's the favor for the gold. He's supposed to be living the dream. So why is he still so unhappy? And why do all these hockey players and snowboarders care so much about him?

⚠️Disclaimer⚠️

Not my work!
This is written by Drhair76, plantform on ao3.