𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐘 ᯓ ᵗʷˢᵗ ˣ ᵐ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

【𝐒】𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐰𝐨

• 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 •
The Rebel of the Savannah
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Everything happened in a simultaneous blur. After convincing the Headmaster to let Savanaclaw play, Grim managed to remind him about the reward he promised about letting Ramshackle play. That's why he came up with a special exhibition match and allowed your friends and the residential ghosts to join. Meanwhile, your team was up against Savanaclaw, who volunteered as the opposing team.

Of course, they also insisted on letting you play despite your magicless status. Some familiar faces were curious about how you would handle the situation. Meanwhile, some threw you concerned glances. You brushed them off and wore your P.E. uniform and a cap on your head to lessen your discomfort.

Let's get this over with.

You played with nothing holding you back, much to your dismay.

However, it was only a matter of time until exhaustion washed over you. You almost forgot you were exposed by blot an hour ago until everything itself turned black, and you finally let yourself drift away in your sleep.

You didn't know how long you were asleep for. Nevertheless, you stirred awake. Your head throbbed like it was stuffed with sand, eyes trying to adjust to the light. Voices floated around like echoes in a fog. You couldn't tell which was who. And they didn't make sense at first, too far and too muffled.

Ugh, too loud.

"Oh, he's awake! Are you alright, [m.name]?"

"Grim, give him space! They just got nailed in the head by a flying disc!"

"I said I was sorry!"

It seems you grunted loud enough to express your discomfort of how loud they were being, and it quickly caught their attention. Questions poured out of them, one after the other as you remained unresponsive when you sat up with your eyes still closed, and a wave of nausea hit you. Triggering a heavy sensation at the back of your head.

Your hand made its way to your hair, letting your fingers slick your hair back until it tightened its hold on your scalp. While your other hand palmed your face, almost a caress just to ease your spiralling vision. Your back hunched over as you did so, and you didn't let go.

You groaned softly, eyes still closed shut. "...How bad?"

"You were out cold for four hours." Ace replied, trying to sound casual, but clearly, he was worried. You didn't even notice his eyes trailing on your bicep. "Grim nearly set the whole field on fire and knocked you out."

"I did not!" You heard Grim cry from the edge of the bed. But it was true he knocked you out with the disc. Accidentally.

Deuce offered you a gentle and worried grin. "I'm just glad you're awake... You really scared us out there. You were out so long that I was starting to worry the hit had caused some real damage."

Deuce's eyes contorted to worry when he looked at your hunched figure. Your hands still held your scalp and face. Soft breathing came out of your palm while Deuce sat beside you. He can hear your quiet inhales and exhales. He should've convinced you more to sit out of the game knowing your condition.

Imagine his surprise when both he and Ace came back from assisting the injured, with you nowhere in sight. They all fought in worry and desperation just to get you back.

And now, he let the image of you in your sleeveless turtleneck you wore be engraved in his mind. He's still worried about your health despite everything.