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Canadien Hockey (Canada-x-Reader Oneshot)I awoke to the delicious smell of breakfast cooking and immediately knew my housemate, Matthew, was making pancakes. I yawned and slowly rolled out of bed, making my way to the kitchen. I knew my hair was a mess and that I had morning breath, but Mattie had seen me worse, living with me for almost two years now. He was my best friend ever, but I'd long wished he was something more. He was my only friend through high school when my parents were getting a divorce and had stuck with me through thick and thin. I felt very close to him, to say the very least. I'd wonder from time to time if he felt anything for me. I highly doubted it. He was my best friend and held me through several breakups, deaths, and my parents' divorce. He had seen me with mascara running down my face, red, puffy eyes, and even a couple bruises on my face from past boyfriends.Yep, definitely lots worse.When I walked in, the Canadian was facing the stove. He had on his pyjamas, red maple leaves scattered all over wh