,, 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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4:39P.M.
After the usual check-ups with the players and making sure they were physically fit and healthy for the games, you make a beeline to a tiny tent located on the sidelines of the field-a booth the school provided where you could aid the athletes if the time ever came to where it was needed (which was, hopefully never).
Taking comfort in the safety of the privacy the shelter provided you, you take a seat on a cushioned stool, taking much needed rest after running around and interrogating the whole team; asking if they've eaten properly or if they've gotten enough sleep.
Or if they even ate and slept at all.
This moment of being alone with your own thoughts made you think back to what has been happening.
The presents.
As far as you knew, we were nowhere near Christmas. We're not even in summer yet, and you were already receiving presents.
You knew you should be grateful. Of course you should. This person was taking the time, effort, and money to give you these presents.
But who is there to be grateful for when you didn't even know who the giver was?
The whole situation is just frustrating. You were stuck with going through different options in your head with no helpful leads considering whoever this person was thought it'd be a smart idea not to leave a note as well.
Maybe this was some prankster's scheme?
Nah. They'd have to be that dedicated to their prank if they kept this up for days.
Maybe Ayako's scheme? Because she's hellbent on making me think that the gifts were from Reo and that I'd grow a liking to him?
Maybe.
I mean, this wouldn't be the first time.
You shiver at the thought of how hard she tried into setting you up with guys.
Your little alone time with yourself and your thoughts were cut short when you hear someone enter the tent.
Hearing the shuffling of the tent's material being pushed aside, you turn your head to face who had entered, only to come face to face with the person you've-quite surprisingly-been getting along with.
He wasn't as overbearing as before, so you guess that helped.
"Oh, hey Reo. What brings you here?" You ask.
"Mmm, nothing. Just noticed you looked troubled today." He states, taking a seat next to you on another empty stool. "You can tell me, you know. If.. you don't mind.. of course."
You could tell that the boy was hesitating on asking you, worried if it was a personal topic. To which you shut the idea in his head down by reassuring him that you, in fact, did not mind. Not that the situation was that serious anyway.
