Kai was sitting on the nurse’s bed with an ice pack slapped dramatically on his forehead like he was reenacting a soap opera. His leg was propped up, his shirt was wrinkled, and he looked like a man who had fought a bear and lost.
You pushed open the door.
The moment he saw you, he pointed at you with the hand that wasn’t iced.
“Don’t laugh.”
You instantly laughed.
Kai threw his head back. “BRO. I said don’t laugh!”
“What happened to you?” you snorted. “You look like a Pokémon that fainted.”
He groaned, flopping back on the pillow. “I was running for the ball, right? I was gonna look so cool, like full anime slow-motion moment. Then—boom—grass betrayed me.”
“You tripped?”
“NO,” he said, very offended. “I just… aggressively met the floor.”
You covered your mouth to hide another laugh.
He squinted at you. “Wow. Amazing. My suffering is your comedy special.”
You walked closer and tapped the ice pack on his forehead.
He jolted. “HEY—at least buy me dinner first.”
You rolled your eyes. “You want anything? Water? Snack? Brain cell?”
Kai smirked, leaning back like the drama king he was.
“Yeah. I want you to kiss my boo-boo.”
You stared at him.
He grinned. “Worth a try.”