Mascot

Akaashi

When Akaashi woke the next day, he reached to stop the beeping of his alarm and instead felt the pull of the IV.

His eyes opened slowly in confusion, the pain meds the doctor had administered making him groggy.

"Ah, he's awake! What do I do?"

"Relax, Yachi. Remember your training."

"Oh, right. Can you tell me your name, sir?" Akaashi's vision focused on the short, blonde nurse in front of him. She appeared panicky from nerves. It was clear that she was still in training, possibly just beginning.

"Akaashi Keiji," he choked out and the dark-haired nurse held a cup of water for him while he drank.

"Mr. Akaashi, there was an accident. You're in the hospital. Do you remember what happened?"

He nodded, closing his eyes when the motion made him nauseous. "I was hit by a car after the game."

"It's good that you remember. You don't appear to be experiencing any memory loss." The dark-haired nurse took over. "I'll alert the doctor so that he can confirm it, but you might have a slight concussion. It will be a few minutes before he can come to check. If you need anything, my name is Shimizu. I'll be your attending. This is Yachi. She's an intern training with me. Don't hesitate to hit the call button. Also, try to stay awake."

"Thank you." They left and he laid his head back.

Akaashi didn't want to stay awake. He was tired and sore despite the pain meds. His leg ached and felt heavy, which made sense when he looked down and saw the cast. He groaned.

Before he had blacked out, he saw the crowd that gathered. Everyone knew that it was him inside the mascot suit.

Akaashi had an extremely hard decision to make.