Unspoken

CHAPTER 10 : Lingering questions

THIRD PERSON POV

Y/n shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. She may have a lot swirling in her mind right now, but she was concerned for Jaz, and making sure she was okay was what mattered.

She turned to Rajo. "I'm sorry. I'll just go check on Jaz."

"No worries, we can get coffee next time," Rajo replied.

As she approached Mikha, who was still talking to the coach near the sidelines, Y/n cleared her throat. Mikha turned toward her, a small, reassuring smile crossing her face as she saw Y/n.

"Hey," Y/n said, her voice soft but laced with genuine concern. "I saw what happened. How's Jaz doing?"

Mikha's brow furrowed slightly as she glanced back at Jaz, who was sitting on the grass with a teammate helping her stretch her injured ankle. "She's okay, but we're taking her to the clinic just to be sure. The coach wants to make sure there's no serious damage."

Y/n nodded, relieved that Jaz seemed to be in good hands. "I'll help," she offered, stepping closer.

Mikha gave a small nod of appreciation, and together, the three of them—Mikha, Y/n, and the coach—moved toward the school's clinic. Jaz was leaning on Mikha for support, wincing slightly with every step.

The walk to the clinic was silent, the air thick with unspoken words. Y/n couldn't help but notice how Mikha's eyes never left Jaz, always making sure the cheerleader was okay. Mikha's concern was palpable, and Y/n found herself wondering again if Mikha's attentiveness was just a part of who she was.

As they entered the clinic, the nurse immediately started assessing Jaz's ankle. Mikha, without hesitation, took a seat next to her, never leaving her side. Y/n stood nearby, quietly observing the scene. She could see Mikha's jaw clenched in concern, the way her eyes followed every movement the nurse made as she checked Jaz's injury.

Y/n longed to ask Jaz if she was okay, to do something—anything—but all she could do was stand there, watching Mikha, feeling a mix of admiration and something she couldn't name.

"Okay," the nurse said, looking up after a few moments of examination. "It looks like it's just a sprain, but we'll need to wrap it and have her rest for the next few days. No intense physical activity for at least a week."

Jaz nodded. "Thank you," she said to the nurse before turning back to Mikha. Mikha's face was still lined with concern as she looked at Jaz. "Do you feel okay to sit up for a while?" she asked.

Jaz gave her a small, weak smile, but her eyes were filled with gratitude. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for helping me."

Mikha's gaze softened as she adjusted the bandage on Jaz's ankle, her voice calm. "No need to thank me. Just take it easy and don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

Y/n couldn't help but watch the exchange, her thoughts swirling. Mikha was always so caring, so composed, and Y/n couldn't ignore how natural it felt for Mikha to be there for everyone. Was this just Mikha being Mikha? Y/n had to keep reminding herself of Rajo's words.

The nurse finished wrapping Jaz's ankle, and the coach stepped forward. "Alright, Jaz, we'll make sure you get home safely," the coach said, looking at Mikha. "Mikha, can you make sure she gets home okay?"

Mikha immediately nodded, her expression serious but still kind. "Of course. I'll make sure she's taken care of."

Jaz tried to protest, but Mikha raised a hand, silencing her. "You've had a rough fall. I'm not going to leave you alone, alright?"

The coach smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Mikha. We'll be counting on you to make sure she gets back in one piece."

Jaz, now in better spirits despite the discomfort, gave a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks, Mikha. I... really appreciate it."

Mikha returned the smile, her voice soft but firm. "No problem. I'll make sure you're okay."

As they prepared to leave, Mikha glanced over at Y/n, who had been standing quietly by the door. There was a brief, almost imperceptible look that passed between them—something that made Y/n's heart flutter and ache at the same time. But Mikha didn't linger on it. Instead, she turned back to Jaz, offering her shoulder for support as they left the clinic together.

Y/n stood there for a moment, a wave of confusion washing over her. Why was she feeling this way? She had seen Mikha in action countless times before, always the one to take charge in difficult situations. But now, something about the way Mikha had been so focused on Jaz felt... different. Y/n couldn't put her finger on it.

Was Rajo right? Does Mikha do this for everyone?  Y/n thought, trying to convince herself.

She watched them leave the clinic together, Mikha gently helping Jaz to the exit, never once leaving her side. There was no rush, no impatience—just Mikha's unwavering attention, like she truly cared.

Y/n sighed and glanced at her phone, trying to distract herself. But the nagging feeling in her chest wouldn't go away. The feeling that somehow, no matter what Mikha did or said, Y/n was always left questioning whether it was just kindness or if there was something deeper.

After a brief hesitation, Sophie turned on her heel, but her mind stayed fixed on a question.

Do you see me how you see everyone?