A/N: I need more Mat in my life because he’s a cutie and I would love for this to happen tbh ugh.
Title: You by The Native Architects
Just because the Islanders are at the top of the division, it didn’t mean they wouldn’t have rough games, you understood that well enough. When Mat came home after the 3-1 loss to the Bruins, you knew he would be tired, worn down, and frankly upset that he didn’t play well - at least, his version of “not playing well”. He had an assist but no shots on goal and you knew he would be pissed that they let that game slip by.
You hear a bag drop by the door, shoes being kicked off, then the footsteps grow louder before they quiet, hitting the carpeted floor of your bedroom. He finds you in your shared bed, reading from a textbook for school, trying to cram in some last-minute studying before your exam tomorrow. You look up from the chapter you’re reading and watch as Mat throws himself on to the bed, face buried in his pillow without making a sound.