“Oh, God! Ibuki, are you okay!?” You run quickly towards the limping goalkeeper. He was covered completely in dirt and bruises, some of them bleeding.
“Yeah.I’m fine.”
You put your arm around Ibuki’s waist, giving him support. “Seriously, Ibuki! You need to stop overexerting yourself! One day you’ll pass out from all this strain to your body!”
You hear Ibuki groan. “Okay, [Name]. Stop complaining. I get it.”
“No, you don’t. If you did, I wouldn’t have to be reprimanding you every day! Ibuki, promise me you won’t hurt yourself like this again.”
“No way, [Name]! I need to get stronger, for the team!”
“There’s another goalkeeper, Ibuki!” You sigh with frustration. “I don’t understand you at all. It’s a sport, not life-and-death!”
“Actually-”
“I know!” You snap back. ‘Ugh, I’m being too harsh.’
The two of you arrive to Ibuki’s room. The door opens, and you throw Ibuki on his bed with a “Plop!”
“Hey, [Na-!]”
“You. Stay here. I’ll be back with the medical kit.”
Within 5 minutes you return with all the necessary supplies. “Take off your shirt.”
Ibuki takes off his shirt, and watches you in silence as you take hold of his arm and begin cleaning the bruises. He winces, and you feel great sadness over his pain. You didn’t want to hurt him, but it was for the best.
“You wouldn’t be withering in pain if you just took care of yourself more.”
“Well, at least I have you. Right, [Name]?”
“Eh?”
You look up, quite surprised at Ibuki’s previous comment. Taking your shock as an advantage, he leans in to kiss you on the lips, making you turn bright red.
He smirks. “Thanks, [Name].”
“…You idiot.”
You throw him off the bed.