Haikyuu Boys When You Get Injured Playing Your Sport Pt.2

Haikyuu boys when you get injured playing your sport pt.2

Oikawa, Tsukishima, Tendo, Asahi, Kageyama

Summary: The first one was really fun to write, so here is part 2! This is some others and how I think they’d react when you get hurt during sport!

Warnings: Explicit mention of blood and open wounds

A/N: I’d like to thank everyone for over 100 followers! Yes, I know that doesn’t seem like many but it’s a big deal to me, so thank you!! I also appreciate the patience with my messed up writing schedule <3 ...Tendo’s got really long and Kageyama’s got a little angsty whoops 

Oikawa:

As one who suffers from a sport injury himself, Oikawa is constantly aware of the possibility

Reminds you before every game of hockey to stay safe

His tone may be lighthearted when he says it, but he’s very serious

He knows the ins and outs of stretching and the recovery process for injuries

Usually, he doesn’t come to your games, mostly because he’s busy or he's afraid of getting recognised

When you get home or see him next, he’d ask out the game and listen with excitement and interest

He definitely does research on the game too

This time, he was so glad he went

To avoid being recognised, he wore a cap and sunglasses, standing at the back of the spectators

His height allowed him to easily watch you from the crowd

You were really hyped for the game, knowing your opponents were going to be tough

Unfortunately, your team was struggling with the game

The other team was scoring goal after goal, and you couldn’t keep up

You ran back to defend the goal, in the way for an approaching player

They were ready to score, and you were ready to dive in

The urgency and pressure of the situation got to your head, and you ran towards them with anger

You let out a cry, charging towards the hockey ball

In the back of your mind, you knew Oikawa wouldn’t be impressed with how you lost your patience

And you were right

He treaded closer to the game, his eyebrows furrowed and his arms crossed

“Y/N... Don’t get ahead of yourself”

He whispered, wishing you could hear him

Your opponent placed the ball in position to swing for goal

But you had gotten too far ahead of yourself

They swung their hockey stick

Your ankle was in the way

Usually, you wouldn’t be too bothered, bruises littering your ankle for a week after

This time, the stick was made of aluminium

The impact and pain that shot through your ankle brought you to the ground

Pain unbearable, you dropped your own stick and held your food

“Ow, ow, ow”

You mumbled sloppily, tears, saliva, and snot dribbling over your lips

You wanted to stand up and keep playing but the pain continued like an unforgiving clamp tightening on your ankle

Suddenly aware of how you look, you wiped your mouth from the fluids

You heard a whistle blow, but the pain caused for stars to dance in your vision

“Y/N-chan, eyes up here”

The stars from your eyes cleared, the sight of your boyfriend crouching next to you on the field shining through

You couldn’t form words, not that they would have helped

He immediately moved to take your shoe off, seeing how it had already started to swell 

It blew up like a balloon before your very eyes

“I’ll carry you”

Oikawa whispered, sliding an arm around your back and the other securely under your knees

Lifting you up, he escorted you off the field

He didn’t let you ride in the ambulance your coach called by yourself, holding your hand the whole way

It was definitely a bad break, being a pain through the recovery process as you could hardly apply any pressure on the foot

You were in a cast, and Oikawa wrote a lovey-dovey message on it that took up half the space

Once you were out of it Oikawa knew all the right physiological stretches in order to get you back on your feet to play again

He did a great job taking care of you, and you couldn't thank him more

Tsukishima:

Doesn’t effect your relationship that you were into swimming as that was not why he loved you

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like how you are training so hard for it

It’s the passion and love for swimming that he wishes he had for volleyball

To be honest, Tsukishima wouldn’t be worried about you getting hurt

He thinks swimming is not a very hazardous sport

Which is fairly true, so you don’t get injured during a specific race or anything

Your injury shows up slowly over time

Originally you shook it off, expecting that the soreness in your shoulders was just your muscles tired after a long two hours of lap after lap

However, it started getting worse, and you began to tell Tsukishima your concerns

He’d say something like, “Then just take your time at training. I can’t do anything about it. What did you expect me to say?”

Let’s be real, he’s kind of worried

Especially as he began to notice how you would wince after taking your bag off your shoulders, or if you reached up to the top shelf

The day he realised that you needed to get them checked out was when you had walked to his place after training

The whole walk there the straps of your bag felt a lot heavier

Your shoulders hurt, but the left was the worst one by fair

Shifting the weight of your bag to your right shoulder, you gave the left a rest

Soon enough you knocked on Tsukishima’s door and he opened quickly after

You dropped your bag inside the door and rubbed your shoulder

“Oi, Y/N, are you okay?”

Tsukishima asked, the way your sighed making his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly

“Yeah, but my shoulder is pretty bad”

You tell him, hoping that he’ll show some sympathy

He scooped up your bag and called for you to follow him to the couch

He left you there, leaving momentarily to drop your bag with your wet swimmers into the laundry

Soon, he plopped down on the couch beside you and turned on the tv

Carefully, he pulled you onto his lap and you instinctively dropped your head onto his shoulder

Instead of huffing slightly like he usually did, you pushed you forward 

“No, sit towards my knees”

You obeyed him, and he hovered his fingers over your shoulders

Smiling once you realised what he was going to do, you let him work his nibble fingers into your shoulders

He stopped if you whined, asking where to go from there

It really helped, you never realised how good Tsukishima was with his fingers (no... not like that)

You were putty in his hands, completely relaxed as you watched the tv 

Once you felt the tension was mostly gone, Tsukishima scooted out from underneath you to book a scan

When you had it, you discovered you had Bursitis 

(A/N: I have this in my shoulder and it sucks)

This required for lots of rest, icing, and careful exercise

You were off swimming for almost three months before Tsukishima was convinced that you could handle tending to it afterwards

When you got back to swimming, you wore a sling on the worst days and Tsukishima carried your bag for you

He raised his hand in class if you needed to ask a question, and made sure you never had to overexert your left arm

His favourite thing to do was tease you even more about having to get him to get stuff off the top shelves

You were shorter than him, but now you need him even more

When you use your condition as a counterargument he always says “aww, poor baby Y/N”

No doubt, he does certainly cared for you, but get ready for a long road ahead for the both of you

Tendo:

You’re a figure skater! And how he loves to watch you skate!

He gets so excited, you have no idea

Whether you are in a competition, or if you are just practicing, he gets so giddy and proud while watching you glide across the ice

Thinks you look so good in the costumes, no matter your body type 

If you were to have to travel internationally for a competition, you bet he’d be coming with you

Tendo does get into trouble when he disturbs your practise at the rink

But you always invite him to watch any time, not caring what your coach thought

Super supportive of you, it’s not funny

However, what is funny is that he has no idea all the technical terms or how the point system works

So, when he watches you during a comp, he’ll greet you off the ice with:

“BABE, THAT FANCY THING YOU DID WITH YOUR ARMS AFTER YOU LANDED FROM THE SPINNING-TOP-JUMPY-THING YOU DID WAS SO SEXY! YOU’VE GOT TO WIN! YOU LOOKED SO GOOD, MY PARADISE”

You double over in laughter every time he says something like that

You only just manage out a “Thank you, Tori” before you’re ushered off to get your score

The score you were appointed is half decent, placing you in third place

When you go to find Tendo so you can sit with him while watching the rest of the skaters, he appalled

“PARADISE, YOU DESERVED MUCH BETTER THAN THAT! I’D HAVE GIVEN YOU A 634.53!!”

“Satori, that’s basically impossible for a short program”

“I DON’T CARE BECAUSE IT IS WHAT YOU DESERVE”

It’s kind of embarrassing, in a large rink of people, for him to be yelling like that

But... it’s all because he thinks you are incredibly talented

Which is very sweet

Anyways, you injure yourself at practice 

Tendo had just got of his volleyball practice at Shiratorizawa and decided to swing by the rink

You were staying in late, your coach and the rest of the skaters had gone home, so it was just you and a few workers at the rink

Tendo burst in, the goofy grin on his face that cases his eyes to be forced shut by the adorable purity of it

You were focusing on a quadruple axel that you hadn’t perfected when he arrived

“Good evening, paradise! How are you-”

You had been halfway through the jump when you peeled your eyes open

Immediately happy to see him, you smiled brightly

But, your excitement cost you the landing

You slipped, landing harshly onto the ice on your hip with a thud, the water soaking into your tights

“Y/N!”

Tendo dropped his bags, running and sliding his lanky body across the ice on his knees to where you had sprawled out

There was certainly going to be really bad bruise there, you could tell

But the coolness of the ice made your hip numb to the pain

“Are you okay? I scared you, didn’t I?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Tendo was leaning over you, now having soaked knees too

“Yeah, you did”

“Let’s take you home and have a nice warm shower, hey?”

You agreed, leading him off the ice with both of your hands in his, because the psycho had run onto the ice with no skates on

The two of you walked home, the whole time you noticing the numbness leaving your hip

While having your shower, you checked your hip to find a dark purple bruise the size of your hand, raw to the touch

You took a shower, afterwards putting on some underwear and one of your boyfriend’s large shirts

Leaving your room, you enter the living room find Tendo sprawled on the couch

He made a comment about how good you look, leaving you giggling

You grabbed an icepack from the freezer and a tea towel to wrap it in

Laying on top of Tendo, you rolled on your side to have your bruised hip facing the ceiling

“Whatcha got there?”

Tendo asked

You flashed the icepack in front of his face, before quickly wrapping it up

Pulling the oversized shirt over your hip, you exposed the bruise to your boyfriend

“This is what you did to me, you scary man”

You joke, poking him in the cheek

The colour drained from his face in a split second, and he let out a cry of agony

“No! I’m so sorry! How can I make you feel better?”

He leaned over you, pressing scattered kisses over the bruise and mumbling sorry between each one

You knew he was trying to be feathery with his kisses, but the slightest pressure hurt

So, you pushed his head away

“Ow, Tori, that hurts. You can hold the ice for me”

He does as he’s told and you thank him, kindly

He has eagle eyes on you constantly after that, acting like your personal bodyguard

Makes sure he’s always on the side that is bruised at school, so that no one can bump it

Lines your bed with pillows, as to not accidentally bump it on the wall

Stops you from walking if you don’t have to, in which you tell him he’s fine

You try reassuring him by saying that it could have been worse, but that makes him even more wary when you skate knowing that worse could happen to you

Asahi:

He’s adorable, constantly being supportive during your games of netball

Out of everyone, he’s the most likely to be worried about possible injury

Even though it’s a fairly safer sport, Asahi makes sure that you are reminded of every possible scenario that he had made up in his head before a game

You’d shut him up with a kiss to the lips, but he’ll be trembling when you walk away

Understands the game, not needing much help with keeping up with points or rules

He’ll calm down eventually while watching you play, focusing on silently praising you

Secretly a fan of the uniform, don’t tell anyone - he’d be so embarrassed

Doesn’t come to practice often because of the clashes with his volleyball training

When you got injured during a game, thank goodness Nishinoya had joined him to cheer you on

The energy Nishinoya brought to the sidelines motivated Asahi to cheer more too

Usually, you’d wave to him after getting a point and he’d wave back

But you could actually hear him because of Noya

You had in the back of your head to thank him for bringing him out of his shell

Have of the reason he never went to your practice because he was scared the other players would have thought he was some creepy middle-aged man there to stare at them in their uniforms

That’s why he always came to your games without fail, to make up for it and because he felt safer from a distance

However, Nishinoya had dragged him to the front, which he was hesitant about at first

But when he saw how excited you were to see him so close made him smile 

You were in perfect position to receive the ball in order to shoot

Your teammates passed back and forth, approaching you slowly

“I’m free! Guys!”

You gained their attention, and they sent the ball your way

You caught it and immediately shot for the goal while the opponents were distracted

“Come on, Y/N!” 

Both Nishinoya and Asahi shouted, Noya obviously the loudest

The first shot missed, but you quickly caught it and shot again

This time, the ball landed through the hoop and the whistle blown to confirm that it was a point 

You could hear Asahi and Nishinoya celebrating on the sidelines

Pumping your fists in the air, you brushed your forearm against the goal post

A nail had been sticking out of it, slicing through your skin

You immediately hissed, the pain stinging dramatically

You grab your arm, searching to find a massive gash down the length of your forearm

Blood poured from the wound and you called your coach

They immediately brought you off once they saw the red liquid

Asahi was worried, slipping around to where you were holding a towel to your arm

Hissing in pain, you found Asahi approaching

“Y-Y/N, what happened?”

He could see the pain laced into your face, shaking nervously

You wanted to hide it, afraid of how he would react

Carefully, you removed the damp cloth from the wound with a hiss as the air hit the tenderness

“I’m gonna need stitches”

You hissed through your teeth, turning to show Asahi

By then Nishinoya had arrived by Asahi, and at the perfect time

One look at the way your arm had been split open with blood gushing from the open wound...

And Asahi had fainted

Luckily Nishinoya was there to catch him and lower him to the ground

Now you were more worried for Asahi than yourself, to be honest

With Asahi out of commission, your coach had to take you to get you almost twenty stitches

Nishinoya stayed back to make sure Asahi woke up safely, and when he did, he was anxiously asking where you were and how you were

Asahi dropped into your place after finding out you were out of hospital, pulling you into a hug

Of course you made sure he was okay after his episode too

Constant tender touches while you healed, and soft kisses over the patch on your arm

He treated you like an absolute princess, especially after Nishinoya had scared him again by saying “I think she’ll need to get it amputated” right after he woke up

Fainted again when he went with you to get the stitches removed

Kageyama:

This boy does not get rugby at all

He tries, because he’s smart enough to pick it up if he wanted to

But, he’s more impressed with sports that involve more ‘thinking and skill’

What is impressive to him, however, is how fit and strong you are

Even though he is still taller than you, he almost feels like you are the bigger person in the relationship with the muscle you have

Likes being small spoon with your figure

Silently admires your athletic ability, and thinks you are really cool whenever you make a massive run down the field

Kageyama likes to watch when you win

He gets so blushy and excited when you bound into his arms after a good game 

Unfortunately, he’s very busy with volleyball, unable to make many training sessions or games

He tries his hardest to be at your training grounds in time to walk home with you

He tries to keep his Saturday’s free to be with you or at your games

Recently, he had been even more busy, and this week he couldn’t make it too 

This team had been tough, with a lot of bigger players 

You were sort of struggling to break past them, unable to score any tries

All you remember was receiving the ball, trying to break through the wall they had created

You had run headfirst into the players, and the next thing you knew...

You woke up in hospital

Your head was wrapped up, and it thumped painfully

Trying to sit up hurt your head, so you laid back down

With how fuzzy your head was, you failed to notice Kageyama sitting in the corner with a carton of milk

He had been anxiously twiddling his thumbs while emptying carton after carton

When your eyes opened, he shot up, hurrying to your bedside

You finally noticed him, smiling softly at the pout on his lips and the shine of glossiness in his eyes

“Tobio...”

Even speaking hurt your head

“Don’t speak if it hurts”

Kageyama basically read your mind, taking your hand in his and placing your open palm on his cheek

“You’re such a dumbass, scaring me like that”

He rested his head on the bed next to you on the bed

You glided your thumb over his cheek, watching as the pout on his lips began to tremble slightly

Whining slightly in order to awe at him, you whispered

“I’m sorry...”

“Why did it happen the one game I can’t make it... damn it... I should have been there”

You shifted your head, ignoring the pain, in order to get a better view of him

His dark blue eyed were sparkling with tears, and you mumbled

“No... baby...”

Kageyama ignored you, turning to press his face into the white sheet on your thighs, blinking back his tears

“I was scared...”

He mumbled in a cracked voice into your thigh

You took his face in your hands and carefully pulled him towards your face

Giving him a kiss to his nose, you let him lay his head on your chest

“Don’t cry... I’m here”

You croaked, threading your fingers through his raven hair

The recovery process was long and hard, having received severe head trauma

You were in hospital for another day after you woke up for tests and to make sure you could stand without fainting

Kageyama stayed with you the entire time, only leaving when your parents insisted he get some sleep

After this, your parents were certain you could marry him, not kidding

He treated you like glass whenever he saw you, especially when you took the time off school

He would accidentally yell at you if he saw you up and about, but immediately took it back and apologised 

Poor Hinata got all of Kageyama’s pent up anger about everything, being unable to yell at you

When you return to school, he’s like your shadow, following you around and making sure you’re drinking enough water

Reassure him that it wasn’t his fault and that you’re not going anywhere

Drabble: Hawks x Reader

Prompt: “I’m scared. What if someone finds out about us?”

A/N: First time writing hawks?? 👀 And this is a little all over the place

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you decided to date him. The number 2 hero with a swarm of responsibilities, enemies and fans all at the same time. He was so special and you were a civilian. A nobody.

If you were honest, you knew Hawks liked it better than way. He felt that you couldn’t get hurt, but there was the fear of you getting hurt because you weren’t a hero. When you started dating him, you never realised that you suddenly became an everybody.

No one knew about you, and the both of you wanted to keep it that way. It had been almost a year of you two hiding this secret from everyone you knew, especially the media. Even Hawks warned you of what the Hero Public Safety Commission would say or do if they were to be informed.

The best thing you could do was spend nights together such as this one. With his busy schedule, the middle of the night was almost the only time he could wind down.

When it was time to do so, he’d call you on his way home to tell you how long he was going to be and how much he’s looking forward to see you.

After receiving the call you’d get to work preparing him some chicken to eat and a nest of pillows on the bed. According to him, you never arranged the pillows quite right. However, you just wanted to show that you cared for him.

Right now, he was snug in the nest he had to shift around, playfully scolding you for not being able to do it right. A blanket was folded over you, his wings tucked carefully behind him. A finished bucket of chicken was left abandoned on the bedside table.

Hawks cooed softly in your arms, his handsome face hidden in the crook of your neck. You held the back of his head softly, threading your fingers through his tussled but silky blond hair. His arms were loose around your waist, legs tangled between yours.

“Hawks?” You whispered, unsure if he was still awake.

A soft but low hum vibrated against your throat.

“Do you care if I’m a nobody?” You asked, allowing for your question to slip out.

“Nope,” Hawks mumbled, adjusting how his face pressed against your neck.

“Okay... but what if I couldn’t save myself from villains that came after me knowing they’d get to you?”

Hawks gave another hushed answer, “Then they would have got to me, because I’d come and save you, little birdie.”

You nodded, hesitantly, guilt building up.

“Wouldn’t it be better if I got myself out of the situation? I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

“And I don’t want you to get dragged into things because of me.”

Hawks drew his face out of your neck, wriggling up to meet your eye level. He lifted his hand up to run his hand up and down your arm.

The shine of the cityscape reflected perfectly in Hawks’s golden eyes through the open window. The sleekness of their hawk-like shape pierced your own as you stared into them. You could sense the seriousness in the hue of yellow. The intense eye contact caught your breath in your throat as your worries poured out.

“Hawks, I’m scared,” you mumbled, “What if someone finds out about us?”

Immediately, Hawks didn’t waste a second in shuffling up to press your face into his chest. The soft circles he ran up and down your shoulder blades ticked through your shirt.

You could hear his rapid heart rate, making it clear the fear that had shocked him into gelding you so tight.

He squeezed you tightly, guilty of placing you into a situation of fear, anxious for what he led you into, and feeling selfish for wanting you anyway.

How could he not when you were all he has ever wanted?

“Call me Keigo,” he whispered, voice light as one of his scarlet feathers.

Your eyes shot open.

“I know I told you that I couldn’t tell you my name but I don’t care anymore,” he confessed, feeling the way you tried to look up at him, “My name’s Keigo Takami, and I promise I will protect you from anything.”

“Keigo... I love that name...” you sighed, getting comfortable against his chest, “It really suits you.”

Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I know you’ll protect me, Keigo...”

He smiled when you used his name.

“And I promise I’ll do anything to keep us together.”

Oikawa x Reader: Support

Summary: When Oikawa’s knee plays up during the final set, it costs his team the game. He’s distraught, but you come down from the stands to put him at ease. You try your best to comfort him, being both his physical and emotional support.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfortttt (my fav)

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is the second thing I’ve written for Oikawa to do with injuries... He’s had free rent in my brain for the last couple of days. Warning: this is unedited, sorry 

Echoing cheers filled your ears, the large gatherings of supporters filling the stadium. Everyone’s hearts were in their ears, thumping like the drums many teams’ supporters had brought. 

The game had been tight, Seijoh having been pushed into a tight spot. It was the final set, having lost the first and catching up in the second. Both sets had slipped into a Duce, this set one point away. 

You were there to support Seijoh, or more specifically, your boyfriend. He’d given you his spare jersey to wear to cheer him on, the large number 1 attracting attention from many of his fangirls. It was situations like these you wished Oikawa wasn’t as flashy, not having to plaster that you were his right across your chest. However, you quickly forgot that you were wearing it, and so did his fans, completely sucked into the game.

Even though you sat so far away, you could see how exhausted both teams seemed. Both of them were so determined to win that you were almost concerned that they would push themselves over the edge. 

More specifically, you were worried about Oikawa.

Recently, he had been expressing concern for his knee. You’d try telling him to take it easy once in a while if it was causing him that much trouble, but you knew he wouldn’t listen.

Now, watching him run backwards and forwards across the court begged for you to stare at his knee, as if the eye contact would miraculously heal it. The white knee brace stood out among the black pads, only an inescapable reminder that wouldn’t let you forget. But, you feared Oikawa had; too caught up in the moment.

Biting your bottom lip, you watched and waited as he set the ball to Iwaizumi for their quick. The blockers were inaccurate, resulting in the ball blasting through to the other side. A sloppy receive caused the ball to shoot off to the side, Seijoh receiving the point. It placed them in Duce. 

You began to grow impatient, wondering how long it would go on for. The slight wobble in Oikawa’s run made you think that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if the next two points ended the game, Seijoh’s or not Seijoh’s.

Mattsun served, hoping to keep the momentum going. His serve was received, the opposing libero placing the ball in the perfect place for the setter. After the ball spun into the air, their ace spiked it. Oikawa and Iwaizumi leaped up to block, the ball passing through. Makki received it, putting it in place for Oikawa.

Your heart clenched as he moved to set. His jaggered movements twisted his knee and you could see the wince on Oikawa’s face as the shock of the knee pain kicking in.

He staggered, falling to the ground. Iwaizumi turned to him when he heard a sharp inhale from his setter. The ball bounced on their side of the court, and the whistle blew.

Springing to your feet, you ran to the rail and leaned over it. Oikawa sat on the ground, Iwaizumi kneeling next to him. You watched as Iwaizumi wrapped one of Oikawa’s arms around his neck and led him off the court. Your boyfriend shot a tiny glance in your direction, before turning to watch where his feet were going. The glisten of regret in his eyes made your lip quiver.

The hobble in his walk over to the bench caused you to take off down the stairs closest to the Seijoh cheer squad. Breathing heavily, you sprinted around the gymnasium, hoping that you’d be allowed onto the court. Instead, you didn’t care. You needed to get to Oikawa.

When you reached the place where he stood, shaking his head at his coach. Iwaizumi argued too, his voice loud enough to hear. They wanted him to go to the medical wing, but Oikawa was refusing. 

You sighed, walking hurriedly to stand next to Oikawa. He saw you coming, forcing on a fake smile.

“Ah, Y/N-chan!” 

Before he could continue, you frowned at him and he closed his mouth. You looked his coach dead in the eyes.

“He can’t go to the medical wing; he can barely walk,” you said sternly, taking Oikawa’s hand in your own, “He’ll sit here with ice.”

You immediately regretted your tone, especially with the way coach judged you. His eyebrows were raised halfway up his forehead, obviously surprised with your assertiveness. 

“Y/N-chan’s right, coach,” Oikawa laughed awkwardly, “They take good care of me.”

His coach laughed, “Good to see that he has you and Iwaizumi to keep him in check. Sit him down.”

Iwaizumi scoffed, slipping out from under Oikawa’s arm to let you take him place. The entire time it took you to take him over to the bench, he was smiling and chatting your ear off.

“I think we were playing well, Y/N-chan, don’t ya think? Man, it’s been a tough game. Shame this got in the way.”

You let him spew words, well aware that this was the way that he was covering up his hurt. Both physical and mental pain lingered over him, the tiny tears welling in his eyes the give away to you. 

Having him around your shoulder allowed for you to easily manoeuvre him over to the bench. The limp in his step slowed you down slightly. Once you reached the bench, you carefully moved around to let him sit down. Kneeling before him, you let him raise his leg up so that his foot rested on your knee to elevate it slightly. You knew that the manager hurried to collected a bag of ice to place on his knee, so you stayed put.

Oikawa was far enough away from the team to suddenly let his guard down. The smile from his face dropped, as he took the damp towel his coach handed him. He placed it over his head, staring down at his lap. Avoiding your eyes, he clenched his fists and let his tears fall.

“Hey, Toru,” reached up to grab his hand, “Look at me, please.”

You wished you could get closer to him, but his foot resting on your knee prohibited you from moving. 

He ignored you, and you sighed. Instead of pressuring him, you detached your hand from his hold. His fingers reached out with the absence of your warmth, but you continued with what you wanted to do. 

Delicately, you pulled down his knee brace, shifting it down to his ankle. Air hitting his knee, Oikawa flinched slightly. You felt a little guilty, so you brought your hand back up to grab his. The soft skimming of your thumb over his knuckles soothed him, his small sniffles ceasing slightly.

Right as you were about to talk to him once again, his manager approached you. In his hands were a bag of ice and a fluffy towel. You thanked him and took the objects from him with your free hand. 

After wrapping the ice in the towel and balancing it on Oikawa’s knee, you began to speak to him again. 

“Hey, pretty boy,” you whispered, almost in an attempt of humour.

The use of his favourite nickname - that usually went to his head - received a little bit of attention. The towel over his head shifted as he looked up at you. His eyes were puffy and red, tear tracks staining his cheeks.

Your heart shattered, so you gestured for him to lean down to you. He did as he was told, the towel shielding his face. You reached out to wipe the tears from his cheeks with your knuckle, cooing at him softly.

“Look at you... you’re so handsome,” you tried to lift his mood in the best way you knew how, “Your tears and this towel are stopping me from seeing your face. I know you’re embarrassed, baby, I know.”

Oikawa shook his head, “I cost us the game because I didn’t listen to you telling me to take it easy. It hurts, Y/N-chan...”

“No, don’t “Y/N-chan” me, Toru,” you knew that being stern is the only way to get through to him, but to take attention away from your tone you held his face in your hands, “I know fully well that whatever I say to you when you step onto the court flies out the window. I only try because I care about you and I know that volleyball means the world to you. Don’t go blaming the game’s outcome on yourself either. Look, they’re still playing.”

You tilted his head so that he could see Yahaba set the ball and Kyotani spike it through the blockers. They scored the point, celebrating how they’re catching up. 

Kunimi was the first to notice Oikawa watching, and he narrowed his eyes at him. Soon, Watari looked over, smiling and waving to his captain. Mattsun noticed too, both of them smirking knowingly. Yahaba scoffed, and Iwaizumi flipped Oikawa off. 

To this, you narrowed your eyes, and Iwa rose his arms defensively. Nonetheless, your point was made, turning back to Oikawa. His eyes were wide, surprised.

“See, they’re not completely useless without you,” you stroked his cheek, “And they really do love you, no matter what they just did. It sucks, it really does suck that you have to play with an injury. I thought you say that you trust them.”

“I do...” Oikawa included guiltily.

“Good...” you sigh, recollecting your thoughts, “Toru, you’ve proven that you can trust them, but please trust me. I want you to sit out the next game if they win, okay? Your safety is so important to me and no doubtably the rest of the team agrees.”

Oikawa leaned into your touch, nodding and smiling, “Thank you, baby...”

“You are so welcome,” you lifted up the ice to look at his knee, “I hope the only thing you are crying at now is how much your knee hurts, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he laughed slightly, the shakiness of his leg concerning you.

However, the light laughter that left his lips made you smile. The towel slipped off his head, its shadow disappearing off his face. You caught it, placing it on the ground next to you.

“There you are, pretty boy,” you smiled at him, the twinkle returning to his eyes.

Once again, the shaking of his leg concerned you, “I’ll be careful, but I want to elevate your leg more.”

He simply nodded, trusting you as you took hold of his foot. One hand holding the ice and towel, you lifted his leg and spun him so that it rested along the bench. You placed the ice back on his knee, folding the towel that had been on his head tightly. Resting his foot on the towel, you gave him a peck on the forehead. Sitting behind him on the bench you allowed him to rest on you.

Oikawa placed his head on your shoulder, pouting up at you, “Hey, you missed my lips, Y/N-chan~”

Huffing you craned your neck to aim your lips for his own, but they couldn't reach. Instead you landed them on the tip of his nose.

“You missed again...” he whined, and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s not my fault I can’t reach,” you grumbled, his head slipping off your shoulder.

This forced you to catch his sweaty head, so you took the opportunity to kiss him properly. However, your lips only brushed his top lip, leaving him unsatisfied.

“Hey, that wasn’t a proper kiss, princess,” he retorted. 

“Well, that’s what you get for scaring me,” you smiled, “Now, sit up, you big baby.”

“Aww, did I scare you~” Oikawa teased, sitting up and resting against your side again.

“Shut up.”

The two of you spent the rest of the game watching closely, commenting on each play. Your arm rested over his shoulder the majority of the time, letting him play with your fingers. Sadly, Aoba Johsai lost the game, but you made sure to remind Oikawa that it wasn’t his fault and he believed you. 

When you returned home, he thanked you. The way you supported him really put him at ease. He wasn't always comfortable to admit to weakness and needing help, so it meant the world to the both of you when he said it.

Drabble: Levi x reader

Prompt: Both of them injured, and them waking up beside each other

Genre: Fluff, angst, comfort (wow, not surprised)

A/N: Depressed + Levi deprived = this

Thumping behind your ears woke you up suddenly, the rumbling of the cart jolti by you around. The bright blue sky above you blinded you, making you squeeze your eyes shut again. Hooves thundered nearby, trailing next to the cart you were being carried in.

The thin sheet across your body helped the warmth cling to you, pain shooting through your body. Stains of red down the sheet caught your attention, noticing the parallels between where you were in pain and the blotches.

Turning your head to the side, you saw him. His eyes were halflidded, blinding slowly fight away the pain coursing through his own body. He lay on his back like you, wrapped in bandages. You wished you could remember what happened but your mind was fuzzy.

Levi coughed beside you, wheezing as he took in a breath.

“Levi?” You whispered, “What happened?”

The man turned his head towards you, furrowing your eyebrows at you. He lifted a hand to place on your head, gently ruffling your hair.

“Hey, brat,” he left his hand resting on your head, “You got us in this mess to begin with.”

“It-it hurts,” you winced as the cart bounced, presumably over a rock.

Levi shifted to get closer to you, cursing under his breath at his own aching body, “I know, it sucks. Keep those eyes of yours open.”

You nodded, holding eye contact with Levi. The hand atop of your head secured you as the cart bounced across the terrain back to the walls. His gaze made you feel safe but the thought of his potential scolding caused you to feel ashamed.

Immediately afflicting the blame on you only made you feel worse, and you wished Levi could see that.

“Levi...” you began.

“What?”

“Are you going to yell at me when we get back?”

“Probably, you almost getting us both killed wasn’t too smart. But, I know you’ll need some attention. Your injuries are worse than mine.”

You tried nodding but your head thumped painfully. Levi noticed the wince you tried to hide and ran his thumb up your forehead.

“Don’t move, I know it hurts,” he sighed.

He knew that literally anyone could be seeing him like this, but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was you getting the proper treatment. You certainly knew - especially because he lay injured beside you - that he went completely out of his way to save you.

Maybe you were too delirious to notice before, but the rhythmic stroking of Levi’s thumb across your forehead burnt into your skin. Never before had he been this close to you or expressed such worry for you.

Before this, you always thought you were another on of his cadets. Now, you felt slightly special.

Maybe you were something special to him.

Just an FYI, posts will start to get more scattered during the week days now with school. Sorry about that...

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