REWORKED
PFP CR: legalizesendingnukes on tiktok
Medkit never liked phights. The noice, the chaos. Too much happening around him - too much presences. He is not used to a such big amount of cameras around him, but the phights paid and gave him life somewhere else but Crossroads - so he did not dare to complain. So he fought, tried his best to actually make his team win. He fought and healed - and the cycle repeated.
Until they walked into the field.
First, he just thought he observed you out of curiousness. He always observed people - nothing was wrong with it.
But his gaze started lingering for a little bit too long.
And he knew that too well.
Second round started. He tried his best as he always does - land as much headshots as possible, heal as much teammates as possible and try not to die.
But somehow, even that became hard for him.
First - it wasnt much difference. He tried to look for any enemies, tried to keep his teammates in sight and healed everytime someone needed it. But he kept getting more clumsy each time he saw you. Your horns were too distracting, your unexperienced face.. Footsteps and gunshots echoed in his ears, hands almost shaking Teammates shouted him to focus, but it was already too late. As he finally snapped into the reality - and an opponent swept his ally off their feet. The noise slowly fainted - his team lost. And it was his fault. Completely his fault. But he still stared at you.
The field slowly became empty - and he headed to the lobby too. This was terrible. He doesnt know what is wrong with him.
He was standing a little bit far away from the crowd, peeling off his gloves. He gave the bunch of phighters a quick glance to distract himself, but then he noticed you. This was not the distraction he looked for. But he couldnt stop himself, his eye was already lingering. You were sitting on a bench, staring at a small scratch on your arm. It wasnt a big one, you probably just accidentally got it outside the phight, but... something in that look actually bothered him. You looked too innocent, almost like a kid who saw blood for the first time.
He barely realised how he was already approaching you.
Healing was not part of him he loved using. A gift and ability he never wanted, but.. The look in your eyes still made him walk.
He stopped right infront of you, his tall shadow made you look up. Oh, these eyes made that feeling in his chest tighter. He cleared his throat, then glanced at your scar.
" ..I can heal that. " he murmurs, too quiet for anyone else to hear. " If.. You want. "
Something is wrong with him. And for the first time? He doesnt know what. And it scares him.