Misfits (ekko x reader)

XXVI.

Author's note: Steam has some lovely sales these days and my library is definitely not filled with new games nuh uh
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"I fixed it."
You said, motioning to the arm. Ekko grabbed it and turned it from side to side, looking it over. Scar closed the entrance door and left you two alone.
"I know only one thing that can do this."
He let your arm go and wiped his face with his hand. You just stood there, quiet as a mouse.
"My room. Now."
The leader commanded you. You didn't argue, you could see how mad he was, so you listened. This time you each went there on your own board.

When you stood firmly on the balcony he grabbed your arm again and shoved you into his room, slamming the door behind you.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?"
You stood in front of him and he let his grip go, pushing you back a little.
"Do you know what that stuff does to you? And more, you can't just wander off like that! I'm starting to think you don't take me seriously!"
"I'm sorry."
Honestly, mad Ekko was really scary, but also kinda... He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"You can't do that [reader]! We're a team here! And what I say goes."

"But I did what you told me, I let my hand heal properly."
"Don't use my words against me."
He was pacing around his room and his face portrayed a mix of emotions.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad. I just... I don't want to be a nuisance because of a broken arm."
The boy stopped and scoffed, shaking his head before he looked at you again.
"You're making it really difficult for me to stay mad at you."
His lips displayed a little smile. You tore your eyes away from the floor and turned them to his face.
"I'm really sorry."
You muttered and watched him come closer. He grabbed your arm again, pulling you into a hug, one gloved hand holding the back of your head and the other snaking around your shoulders.

His face fell beside yours and you let your hands hold him too.
"I was just worried about you."
Ekko whispered into your ear and burried his face into the crook of your neck. You stayed like that for a few moments, you were scared to let go, as not to offend him and the boy not wanting to let go just yet. He finally pulled you away from him by your shoulders and held them with stretched arms.
"But seriously, if you ever do something like that again, I'm gonna cuff you to myself."
You nodded to let him know you understood and his hands left your shoulders.

He opened the door to his room, letting you out.
"Go get something to eat."
"I took something on my way back here."
The boy sighed and chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
"Why am I still suprised."
He grabbed his board and jumped off the tree. You followed, just a little more carefully. He stopped on the ground in front of the painted pillar, putting his board aside and waiting for you with his arms resting on his hips. You landed skillfully before him, sending dust flying his way. You put your hoverboard next to his and looked at him, wanting to know what comes next.

"Since you've decided to heal up your arm, why don't we just pick up where we left off?"
He said and assumed a fighting pose. Great. But okay, fair enough.
"Sureee."
You hesitantly walked to your destined place and took a fighters stance too. The boy didn't waste a second and charged at you. He managed to hit your face, but you just took the punch and slid a little back. His outstretched hand gave you an opening and you took it. You finally managed to land a hit on him, onto his side. He didn't expect it, another opening. Face. Strike.

He wiped the skin under his nose and readied a other punch. You stepped aside. He missed and stumbled. You swiped his legs with yours and he fell to the ground. You didn't know how you even managed that, you knew he had to be holding back, you saw haw he fought on the bridge, this was vastly different. But still, there he lied, and you stood on your feet. How?