"Ow."

No matter how serious or unserious you were right now, he was not going to let you off the hook. "Don't ow me," Kunigami huffed as he continued to clean your bruised skin and check around for any worse injury, every movement gentle and careful.

It wasn't anything dramatic, really. Then again, growing up with two sisters did things to a guy. As for you, you were absolutely insane. Actually no, everyone in Blue Lock was insane, so that didn't work. No, the word he was looking for was reckless. Yes, reckless. In fact, it was probably your trademark. The king of recklessness. Fantastic. No matter how insanely good that pass was — and Kunigami wasn't going to argue, it was quite brilliant — you should have been more careful. You were lucky this time, just a tackle. But what if next time is worse? What then?

"Does it hurt you if I do this?" He asked, tilting your ankle a little, probbing at your leg cautiously. "And how about this? Are you extra sure?"