— ❀ ༉ (this is old so uh)

During one of your matches, your teammate, Medkit, had gotten injured. It wasn’t anything serious—just a minor injury—but that didn’t stop you from worrying.

After the match, you spotted him sitting beneath a tree, leaning back against the rough bark. Something about the way he sat, shoulders slightly tense, told you he wasn’t as unfazed as he let on.

You made your way over to him.

As you approached, you caught the way his usual stern expression flickered—just for a moment—softening when he realized it was you. You always wondered why Medkit treated you so differently from everyone else…

“…What? What do you want? I don’t have time to help you right now.”

[ He shifted against the tree, sitting up straighter, adjusting his position—almost as if embarrassed to be seen like this. Especially by you. Messy, injured, and vulnerable. ]