Unspoken

CHAPTER 9 : Doubts in the field

THIRD PERSON POV

The student council meeting had wrapped up later than usual, and Y/n and Rajo were making their way out of the building. They walked in comfortable silence. Y/n was still processing the discussion from the meeting, mentally noting things to follow up on, but Rajo's voice cut through the quiet.

"Hey, want to grab coffee before you head home?"

Y/n glanced at Rajo, who was looking at her with a knowing smile. Rajo always seemed to know when Y/n needed a break, and after the meeting, Y/n was more than willing to take a step back. "Yeah, sure. Coffee sounds good."

They took the familiar path across the campus, passing the sports field where the cheerleaders were practicing. The sound of laughter and the rhythmic thumping of feet hitting the ground filled the air as the cheerleaders executed complicated stunts. Y/n smiled softly, amazed by their flexibility and how they managed such daring feats. She only wished she could do that, but here she was, deep in council work—not that she was complaining.

As they walked past, something caught Y/n's eye—a sudden shift in the cheerleaders' formation. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Jaz, lose her balance during a lift and stumble, crashing to the ground with a sharp yelp. The field fell silent for a moment as Jaz struggled to get up, wincing in pain.

Before Y/n could react, a figure rushed forward from the sidelines. Mikha.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. Mikha, who had been watching quietly from the edge of the field, had already knelt beside Jaz. With a calmness only Mikha could exude, she helped Jaz sit up, her hands steady as she assessed the situation. Her brows furrowed in concern, her voice soothing as she spoke to Jaz, trying to reassure her.

"Oh my God, is she okay?" Rajo's voice broke through Y/n's trance.

Y/n's gaze remained fixed on Mikha as she checked on Jaz. It was like Mikha wasn't even aware of anything else around her, her focus entirely on Jaz. The way Mikha's demeanor shifted, the way she effortlessly took control of the situation, made Y/n's chest tighten.

"She's fine," Mikha said to the group of cheerleaders who had gathered around, her voice calm but firm. "Just a minor sprain."

Y/n could hear the reassurance in Mikha's voice, but something else lingered in the air—concern. Mikha seemed genuinely worried.

Mikha stood up, brushing off her hands. Y/n could still see the concern etched on her face as she stepped back, her eyes following Jaz while others gathered around to help her stretch her injured ankle.

Rajo, who had been watching the scene unfold, turned to Y/n with a thoughtful look on his face. "You know," Rajo began, "I've been meaning to tell you something. Mikha... she's a lot like that with everyone."

Y/n blinked, her thoughts momentarily disrupted. "What do you mean?"

Rajo shrugged, glancing back at Mikha, who was now talking to the coach, still keeping an eye on Jaz. "She's always so calm, so concerned when something happens. Always ready to step in and help. It's like... she can't help herself. She's just that kind of person."

Y/n's chest tightened. She wasn't sure why, but the words sent a strange ripple of doubt through her. Could it be true? Was Mikha really just that kind of person? Was the bond Y/n thought they had shared just Mikha being kind and attentive to everyone?

Mikha had always been warm toward Y/n, but what if it wasn't anything special? What if Mikha didn't see her any differently than she saw anyone else—just another person in need of her calm, her care, her support? Was she reading too much into it?

Y/n bit her lip, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her gut. "I don't think so." She found herself glancing at Mikha once more, the flicker of concern in Mikha's eyes still fresh in her mind. "You think she's just... always like that, huh?"

"Yeah, it's why everyone loves her," Rajo said, his voice tinged with admiration. "She's kind of the glue that keeps everyone together. Doesn't matter if you're a stranger or her closest friend. She's always there when you need her."

Y/n nodded slowly, but her mind was racing. Rajo's words echoed in her head, leaving her feeling like she was walking on shaky ground. Had she been reading Mikha's actions through the lens of her own feelings?

She stole one last glance at Mikha, still concerned about Jaz, but Y/n couldn't shake the unease that lingered. Was it possible that Mikha's kindness—her attention, her care—wasn't anything more than her nature? Was it all just part of the way Mikha treated everyone?

For a moment, Y/n felt foolish for even considering that there could be more. Maybe it was just her wishful thinking. Maybe she had been wrong to believe that Mikha's small gestures meant something deeper. Doubts clung to her, leaving her wondering if she would ever be able to fully understand the complicated web of her emotions.