chikasue ikari,
of course my thoughts sometimes wandered to the day when i would be formally introduced to oikawa, however, it was more of a dreading feeling.
acknowledging the destined thread of fate that 'binds us' or something was probably daunting to anybody and i knew that i couldn't avoid it forever.
that being said, i never expected that our first official meeting would be so dramatic.
why am i here?'
i questioned my existence as i lingered around the school halls, drained from the previous hours of school.
if i hadn't been held up today, i would already be home but as luck would have it, i missed my train by the time i got to the footlockers.
although... this isn't the first time i narrowly missed my opportunity of escape with a questionable amount of days spent pretending that i was in a club while waiting for 6pm to approach.
i closed my phone with a sigh, shoveling it into my bag with boredom clouding my thoughts when all of a sudden, i felt a sharp pain shoot through my ankle and i toppled to the floor.
"ah!" i let out an echoed, sharp cry as i felt the pain course through me.
breathless, i instinctively attempted to stand on my throbbing ankle but instead felt the pain worsen with a yelp.
my heart was beating rapidly and my thoughts were racing with the unexpected and close to unbearable injury.
why now?!'
it hurts so much-'
what do i do?!'
clutching onto the window frame, i held myself in place with difficulty, endeavouring to balance on one foot.
"that dumbass," i grumbled over my loud thoughts.
i waited there for a couple minutes as if hoping the injury would disappear if i stood there long enough.
"hey!"
my attention snapped to a familiar boy bearing an expression mixed with concern and frustration. he had short, brown, spiky hair and i instantly recognised him as the famous oikawa-san's best friend.
where was said boy?
he was draped over iwaizumi, pain evident on his face where he struggled to limp with his friends assistance.
"could you please help me?!" he called to me, desperate.
my eyes widened and my breathing became even more uneasy.
here in front of me was an oblivious idiot enduring the same pain as me.
i resisted a scoff to myself and instead slipped myself under oikawa's arm when the two of them were close enough to ensure that i didn't have to move.
i couldn't exactly decline his request, iwaizumi was struggling to help him and even if oikawa's not my favourite person, i knew i should help him.
oikawa hardly acknowledged the extra hand as iwaizumi nodded and all three of us trudged to the nurse's office.
i could feel tears forming in my eyes with my effort to force myself to walk and hide the pain i shared.
i compelled myself to steady my breathing and ingore the feeling of my chest swelling up.
it's only physical pain'
i told myself for the umpteenth time but nothing comforted the agony.
although, surprisingly, supporting the weight of one of the strongest boys at school was not my top concern.
i guess he hasn't really been his healthiest lately'
i predicted the answer with a frown.
not only is working yourself to this extreme and extremely dumb but does he even know that he has a soulmate?'
lost in my thoughts, i barely noticed that we had reached the nurses office until iwaizumi helped lower oikawa onto the hospital bed.
"can you get the nurse?" the boy asked me.
i momentarily stole a glance at my ankle before trying to meet iwaizumi's eyes without my alarm becoming abundant.
the torment of pain in my ankle was beginning to overwhelm me so i stumbled for a way around walking to the nurse's office.
"d-do you know how to treat a sprained ankle?" i stammered.
iwaizumi looked to the boy bearing a distant expression.
"no," he admitted. "do you?"
i nodded.
we shared another moment of eye contant before he eventually nodded in understanding, chasing after the nurse and leaving me awkwardly standing in the room.
i let out a wavery breath before sitting down beside oikawa without hesitation. i needed to rest my screaming body.
i wasn't lying. i do know how to help treat sprained ankle after the many i received. i figured out most stuff when it came to my injuries but sometimes i could always search it up, however, going to the school nurse was never an option for me during highschool.
i was fully aware of how to look after myself - unlike someone - and so, at lunchtime, i would tend to them myself instead of draw attention.
if oikawa's fans were exploding with concern and gossip for one of his latest injuries, much like when he sprained his knee not too long ago, i'd rather not share the room with him presenting the exact same injury in the exact same place, inflicted at the exact same time.
scanning his face, i couldn't help but wonder how the idiot was coping.
his eyes were lit terrifyingly with sweat and tears streaming down his face. his teeth were clenched together in a devastated frown.
he wasn't worried that much about the pain, more so his defeat.
neither of the boy's recognized how much i knew about oikawa's frequent habit to overwork himself.
i sighed and heaved myself off of the bed, thankful that my ankle had not yet had time to swell.
pushing aside the feeling of my muscles tightening, i delicately walked around the room, careful to not place too much weight on my ankle.
"shit, no ice packs..." i mumbled in frustration after closely examining the room.
i returned to the bed with bandages and gently took oikawa's limp leg in my hand, clutching onto his volleyball shoes as i wrapped the bandage around his ankle.
he remained silent, which i was thankful for, if he were more aware of what was happening he might question how i knew his ankle was sprained and so forth.
after applying the bandage i dragged a chair behind to me where i sat on the floor.
spotting the pillow of the bed beside oikawa, i reached for it but unconsciously tried to use my ankle to get there and, as a result, the pain was brought back to me fresh and i thudded back to the ground.
"oi, pass that pillow, will you?" i asked the distrait volleyball captain.
still holding his leg, i wait for him to blink back to reality and stare at me confused.
still holding his ankle, i repeat the question.
"the pillow. can you pass it?"
he looks around for a moment before throwing me the pillow. i proceeded to place it on the chair, sitting oikawa's bandaged ankle on the pillow.
"where's iwaizumi?" he breathed.
i sighed again, deciding to use the opportunity of his confusion to bandage my own ankle that lay underneath the bed.
"he's getting the nurse, he'll- ah!" i hiss in pain as i graze over an extra sore area. "he'll be right back..."
"oh." he looked back down at the ground, being dragged into his tormenting thoughts.
"hey," i call to him through the pain. "word of advice." pulling my sock up to my knee, i attentively stand up with weight on one foot. "stop..."
hurting yourself?'
no, because he's not hurting only himself...'
"stop being such an idiot," i concluded, sparing his reaction when i limped out of the office, my physical struggle going unnoticed.
despite dreading the moment when i actually talked to oikawa, it felt good to finally say that.
17.03.20
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