,, I need my first aid. ''
,, First aid...? Or first love? ''
,, ...You are so corny. ''
──Being the (in)voluntary medic for the school's soccer team isn't always easy... Especially when one of them keeps bothering you.
|Reo Mikage x Reader|
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4:33P.M.
Begrudgingly trudging my way to the soccer field, I almost stopped when I saw a familiar purple-haired boy jogging his way to me, giving me a small wave accompanied with a giddy smile on his face.
I gave him one of my own waves before greeting him once he was close enough for me not to find necessity in yelling it across the field.
"Hey, (Y/n)! What are you doing here?"
He was now right in front of me when he asked that question, and it made me notice how he was practically drenched in his own sweat, giving me the conclusion that he was fresh out of practice and that they have been practicing for quite a while.
Though that innocent little conclusion had turned into something else when my attention drifted to how the soft 4pm lighting gleamed off his damp skin, and how the beads of sweat trailed down his neck and onto his collarbone, making his skin glisten.
The moisture seemed to emphasize the contours of his muscles, making them appear even more defined. As his jersey clung to him, dampened by exertion, it accentuated the lean strength of his torso.
There was an undeniable ruggedness to him in this state-a mix of determination from the game and the raw physicality of a player in his prime.
Though I tried to focus on what he was saying, my gaze kept drifting, tracing the path of the sweat as it disappeared beneath the collar of his shirt.
"(Y/n)?"
I snapped back to reality when his voice pierced through my inner narration. Cheeks flushing in realization as I locked my eyes back to his, my heart raced in embarrassment.
"Uh, hey. Yeah- What?"
Stammering in my own words, I quickly refocused, forcing myself to hold his gaze and hoping to whatever god out there that exists that he hadn't caught on to my distracted state.
And most importantly-hoping he hadn't caught on to me checking him out.
But I would never admit that. Not even to myself. Never.
I was once again snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a breathy-and attractive (oh my god shut up)-chuckle from the boy.
"I asked what you were doing here. But it looked like you were zoning out."
Oh no.
"You should really take a break from studying, I have a feeling that's the cause."
