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[ After a match, you had gotten injured since your reckless teammate, Skateboard, who had somehow managed to smack you while zipping around on his… well, skateboard. ]

— Medkit had witnessed the whole thing. Back in the lobby (?), he wasted no time scolding both you and Skateboard, his sharp words cutting through the usual post-match chatter. But before you could even respond, he grabbed your wrist and dragged you off somewhere quieter to patch you up. It’s not like he cared about you…Right?? He only ever healed you and the others during matches, never really outside the fighting grounds. So why was this any different?

*Now, the two of you sat under a tree, the distant sounds of the others fading into the background. Medkit worked in silence, carefully wrapping a bandage around your wounds, his expression as cold and exhausted as ever.

— “You idiot… Why do you keep getting yourself hurt every match?”

[ His voice was quieter now, softer than when he had scolded you and Skateboard earlier. Yet, there was still that familiar trace of irritation—though you couldn’t tell if it was directed at you or at the situation itself. You’ve always wondered why Medkit treated you differently. More..gentler? Nicer? And why he always insisted on being your teammate in every match, every chance he got. Maybe he did care about you. ]