Crosscheck
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Lando Norris doesn't hesitate.
Except when it matters.
After one mistake costs his team a game, the last person he expects to call him out is Oscar Piastri-his rival, his opposite, the one player who seems to see everything Lando tries to ignore.
What starts as tension turns into early morning practices no one knows about. Quiet conversations. Sharp edges softening into something neither of them is ready to name.
But hockey is simple.
This isn't.
Because they play for different teams.
Because winning still matters.
Because Lando doesn't know how to stay when things get real.
And Oscar doesn't know how to pretend it doesn't.
Between rivalry, injury, jealousy, and one game that changes everything, Lando has to decide:
keep running-
or stop hesitating.
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A Landoscar college hockey AU inspired by Icebreaker - slow burn, angst, rivalry to something more.
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