Scoring my heart (Coach ukai x reader)

11

I don't have a chance to move and the ball whacks me right in the face. The force of it makes me fall backwards and I hold my nose. I feel liquid seeping through my fingers. Obviously it's blood. "Ouch ouch ouch."

Ukai rushes to me side.
"What the hell asshole? That was on purpose!"
He looks super pissed off right now. The other team simply shrugs.
"We have no idea what you are talking about."
Ukai gets up like he's about to walk over there but I grab his hand and shake my head. It's not worth it. I take off his shirt so I can help stop the bleeding. I feel bad.
"Sorry about your shirt."
He tells me it's no big deal. "I'm more worried about you."

A person comes toward us.
"Right over there we can fix her up."
He points to the lifeguard station.
I start to get up but fall back down. I must've fell on my ankle. I rub it. As if this couldn't get any worse.

Ukai doesn't say anything and just lifts me up.
"I'm helping you."
Typically I would get red with embarrassment, but my face is instead red with blood.
He starts walking over to the station. He walks past the other team and to my amazement, flips them off. They gasp and turn away.
Dang Ukai. I was right he is super pissed.

He sets me down gently and people start wiping away the blood. I can't wait til I get home and take a shower or something. I hate this feeling. One carefully grabs my nose and checks it out.
"Don't worry your nose isn't broken."
Oh wow isn't that wonderful. Just great. I really don't have to be so sarcastic. I suppose having a hurt nose is much much better than a broken one.
I'm given an ice pack for my ankle, which had swelled a little and am left with a red nose that still stings from the pain. Obviously we couldn't continue playing so we quit the tournament. We threw Ukai's shirt away and I still felt bad even though he told me not to worry about it.
"Well I guess we can just go home now."
I start walking, but Ukai stops me.
"What are you doing?"

I blink at him. "I don't know walking I guess."
He rolls his eyes. "I'll just carry you to the car. Don't hurt your ankle even more."

I can't even argue with him. He's got a point. It's not good to walk on it.
Once again he picks me up and we head out to his car. I feel weird being held like this, but I don't mind it.
He lets me go and I get into the car myself.
"I'm gonna go grab our stuff. I'll be right back."

I sit and patiently wait for him.
So far the day has been.....eventful to say the least. Besides the nose it's honestly been pretty fun. He comes back.
"So how are you feeling?"
"A little sore", I say."But I'll be fine."
He leans over and places a hand on my cheek.
"W..what are you doing?"

"Sorry. I'm just checking it out." He slowly moves my head around to check out how bad the nose is. I watch his brows furrow, but his expression soon relaxes. He's close....really really close. He stops looking, but never takes his hand off my cheek. My heart beats fast.
We're just staring at each other. He looks as if he's contemplating something and he slowly raises his hand like he wants to do something, but he stops. My heart beat relaxes and I realize I had been holding my breath.

"Sorry I'll take you home now."
His hand was so warm and comforting and I was hoping he would lean in farther so I....

I turn away because I can feel my blush coming on, but my head is racing. I wanted him to kiss me! I. Wanted. Him. To. Kiss. Me.

I slightly look over at him. He's leaning up close to the steering wheel. His eyes look over. He notices my gaze and smiles at me.

God he's gorgeous. I turn away again. I think I should just get home before my head explodes.

I lean against the window and try to relax my thoughts. I'll be home soon enough.

**
We arrive at my place and I'm reluctant to leave, but it's best. I need to calm down and think rationally.
"Need my help?"
He's leaning over the wheel looking at me with concern.

I squeak out a quick ,"Nope see ya later", and hop out the car. My ankles a little better anyways. I look back for a sec and he seems a little confused but I rush off anyways. 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

I make it to my place, slam the door, throw my bags down, and flop onto the bed. I let out a laugh.
"Am I in love?"
No, I can't be. No one falls in love that quick. I probably just like him because of how hot he is. I mean who doesn't drool at the sight of him.
No that's not it.
He's more than just a gorgeous body. He's sweet, charming, intelligent, sympathetic, and more.

I throw a pillow over my face.
"Now what do I do?"
This is so complicated. I don't want to ruin our friendship or anything. Am I crazy? Yes! Definitely crazy!

I jump up as the doorbell rings.

Who could possibly be here right now?

Ahh It's so hard to write stuff like this I swear. Anyways we're on chapter 11 and we gotta get this thing going, so we can move on up in the story! I got plans for later👯‍♂️😩🤌💕AND THANKS FOR READING!