ʜᴏɴᴇʏ | ʙʀᴀᴅʟᴇʏ 'ʀᴏᴏꜱᴛᴇʀ' ʙʀᴀᴅꜱʜᴀᴡ

𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

!previously!

You looked over to Rooster and caught his eye and you gave him a sheepish smile while he winked at you.

You broke eye contact from hearing Phoenix speak up, "Yeah 'really good friends' my ass. If that relationship doesn't happen I will cry for days."

You shook your head with a smile, "Sorry hun but start getting your tears ready then."

!now!

It had been a few days since the conversation with Phoenix and you.

You were currently in the common room with the natural group, listening in to Maverick, Rooster, and Hangman's conversation.

All three of them were flying and you had noticed that Roosters mood was a bit off.

You bit your lip, hearing Hangman try and talk Rooster out of making the wrong move.

He obviously ignored it and continued down his path and not long after, Maverick had won.

You huffed and leaned back in your seat, wondering what went wrong with Rooster.

After a few minutes of talking to Phoenix, Hangman walked in.

You raised an eyebrow, noticing Rooster's absence so you quickly excused yourself and walking out.

You hummed a random song while walking around, trying to find where he was.

You went out to the landing areas and leaned on a wall, watching Rooster finish up his push-ups.

He was currently at 196 and he seemed like he was breaking more and more everytime he went down.

You frowned slightly, wishing that they could go a little faster so you could help him.

The commander sighed out the number 199 and let Rooster finish his push up before saying 200.

And once Rooster finished his last one, he just kept going and it made your frown deepen.

You watched the commander try and tell rooster he was finished but he was unsurprisingly ignored.

He let out a sigh of defeat before walking over to you, patting your back and walking inside.

You sucked in a breath before quickly walking over to Rooster who was now just laying on the ground, sobbing softly.

You quickly squatted down, speaking to him, "Hey hey you got get up babes I don't want you to hurt yourself, okay?"

He let out shaky breaths while you grabbed his hand to move him into a sitting position.

His arms were now laying on his knees, his legs spread so that you could sit between them.

Your hand rested on his cheek and you looked at him, your eyes filled with worry, "Are you alright? Do I have to beat Maverick's ass? 'Cuz I'll do it."

He cracked a smile, his body melting under my touch, "I'd love to see that happen but no."

"Hm okay then but still, if you need me to beat someone's ass I'll do it." You said with a smile, winking at him.