DEATH THE KID × READER

I'll Take Care Of You

(Your pov)

You're sitting in the stands watching Kid play his basketball game.

I love watching Kid play. Of course his number is 8. They take a break and Kid comes over to me.

(A/N I'm sorry I am clueless when it comes to sports. Plz don't get mad. I is dumb)

"Here is you water." I say digging through the bag sitting next to me.

"Thanks, (Y/N)" He says wiping the sweat off his face. He is so cute. WHAT AM I THINKING!!! Actually I have been thinking that for a while.

"(Y/N, are you ok?"

"What? Oh, I'm fine, it's nothing"

"Okay, well I'm going back to the game."

"Okay." I almost blew it. We are just friends. And I don't want to ruin that. Although I would love to date him, I don't know how he would take it.

His team needs one more basket to win. (A/N I is such noob) Kid takes the ball. He takes a jump shot. Everyone is watching the ball.

IT GOES IN!!!!

Everyone is standing up cheering. I'm, to be honest, jumping around like a maniac. Then I see a crowd on the court. (A/N does anyone else feel awkward?)

When the crowd dissolves and I see Kid with his arms wraped around Soul and Black*star, who also play on his team, and he is limping out of the gym.

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You and Kid are coming home from the doctor. Your helping him in to his house. The doctor said that Kid fractured his ankle and will have a cast and be on crutches for 4 weeks. Then he must wear a boot for 2 weeks.

I hate to see Kid like this. He must be so sad that he can't play for the rest of the season, so he doesn't get hurt again. He sits down on the couch. He props his foot up on the arm rest on the couch and sits there looking bored.

"Kid, you okay?" I ask. We are working on his symmetry freak outs, so I'm glad that we are making good enough progress that he isn't going insane about having a cast on one foot and not on the other.

He just plays with his crutches. "Well, what am I going to do for 4 weeks. This is going to suck." He puts the crutches on the floor and looks at the ceiling.

"You know, I could stay with you at your place while you get better. He tilts his up to look at me. "Really?" I can hear the slightest bit of hope in his voice.

"Really." I love you so much Kid. SHUT UP MIND!!Ugh.

I'll take care of you.

(A/N Hey guys, sorry it was such a short stupid chapter but I hope you keep reading. And yes, I follow through with like days. I don't do like huge time skips but I might to pull out some of the 4 weeks of him on cruthes. But I don't know, so leave a comment and thanks for reading)