michael olise x fem!reader
in which reader works at the emergency room, but she can’t stand footballers. what will happen when a sweet michael walks in after an injury.
a/n: feeding my people. enjoyyyyy
for the next few minutes, you found it impossible to settle.
your eyes kept returning to him.
not because you were worried anymore. nothing was wrong, he was back on his feet, running around the pitch. calling for the ball, he was moving normally.
you exhaled, forcing yourself to lean back into the seat.
and for a minute, you actually started enjoying the game.
everything felt less and less unknown. you now understood that when the crowd collectively groaned, it ment something had gone wrong before you even got the chance to see it.
you stood up when everyone else did, shouting when they shouted or even clapping when they clapped.
you watched him move through defenders. you knew his body, in an entirely different context.
you knew what he looked like when he was in pain and the way his eyebrows creased when he was trying to hide it.
but this michael was completely alive.
his body seemed to know exactly what to do before it even happened.
bu then he turned, a sprint, sudden change of direction. the crowd rose on their feet as you mimicked them, your eyes never leaving his body.
the ball was in the back of the net. the stadium felt like it had just exploded. it was loud, the stands were shaking. it rolled through your chest, vibrating beneath your ribs.
people around were screaming, jumping, hugging and waving scarves above their heads.
you were almost frozen, smiling like you had just won the lottery.
down on the pitch michael disappeared beneath a cloud of teammates.
when he emerged, his face was flushed. he was grinning.
the look on his face as his eyes squinted towards the vip section.
he was looking for someone.
your heart stumbled. his gaze swept across the stands.
once, twice, and the third time the finally stopped on you.
there were thousands of people around you, but he somehow managed to find the one he wanted more.
his smile widened, hand lifting. just a tiny gesture, just enough.
you lifted your hand in response, immediately feeling ridiculous. but you couldn’t care less.
the rest of the game was a blur.
you found yourself being way more invested, even though you had no idea what half the decisions being made meant.
when the final whistle echoed in the stadium, it erupted again. this time it was joy, relief.
michael stood on the pitch. hands on his hips as his chest was still rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. the adrenaline finally wearing off.
his teammates gathered around him, praising and hugging his sweaty figure.
the stadium was still buzzing, but it was getting more distant as the crowd slowly filled towards the exit. empty cups rolled along the concrete beneath people’s shoes.
the intensity of the match slowly dissolving into something softer.
and you realized you didn’t know what you were supposed to do now.
he had told you to come. but nothing led you to believe he wanted you to stay.
you assumed you were just supposed to leave.
halfway through pulling your coat around yourself, your phone buzzed.
where am i supposed to go?
you looked towards the pitch, he was no longer there and the players were starting to disappear into the tunnel.
i have like no idea where you are
you couldn’t help but smile.
you watched the stadium empty, you were almost completely alone in your section by now. when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind you.
you looked behind you, he was standing a few steps above.
”i wasn’t sure you would.”
”i’m very good at following instructions.”
you smiled softly as you watched him get closer.
it still felt kind of weird seeing him outside of the hospital like you had been accustomed to.
then he finally reached your row.
he looked towards the empty seats besides you.
”since you scored and everything i’ll let you.”
”don’t let it go to your head.”
you laughed and he sat down beside you.
for a few seconds, neither knew what to say. the roar of the stadium had scattered into fading voices. the lights were still on, bright and reflecting on the almost unnatural green grass.
you looked down at the field, where staff members moved around. then back at him.
he looked at you this time.
”don’t make me regret complimenting you.”
a quiet laugh escapes him.
you glanced at him. he was looking at you again, not the pitch or the stand but you.
you immediately look away. “no i’m not.”
he took the jacket he’d been carrying around and held it out to you.
you looked at it, confused.
”and you’re still cold, i can see you shivering.”
he gave you a look. you hated how he knew you well enough to recognize when you were lying. so you took the jacket and muttered a small. “thank you.”
you put it over your shoulders, it was still warm from him. the faint smell of his cologne invaded your nostrils before you decided to just not think about that right now.
”did you understand anything?”
you gave him a fake offended look,
he grinned, unfortunately he knew you too well by now,
”what happened in the first half?”
you paused, actually trying to remember the events of the first half.
”well you.. played, and… kicked the ball.”
”that’s not what i ment but close enough.”
”but i understood enough.”
he shook his face, an amused grin still displayed on his face.
then he started explaining some of the things you’d missed or maybe misunderstood. not in a condescending way, he actually seemed happy to explain. happy to share this part of his life with you.
you listened carefully. not because you suddenly cared deeply about football tactics. but because he cared. you liked watching him talk about something he loves.
the way his hands moved as he explained, his voice was more animated and his eyes were shining brighter than ever.
you found yourself watching his face more than listening to his words.
there it was again, that same pause that ment you had just been caught once more.
”something about… space.”
you looked away, a faint blush creeping on your cheeks.
”okay. i was watching you.”
that shut him up instantly.
you realized the words that had left your mouth before you could even process them.
he looked at you and suddenly the aire felt different.
there wasn’t that teasing or friendly feeling anymore. his eyes dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes. your heartbeat quickly fastened.
you don’t move, and neither does he.
michael smiled to himself. “anyway.”
you stayed in the stands longer than necessary and the stadium was almost empty. a few distant voices and echoes of footsteps, the hum of the lights and the pitch that stretched endlessly below you, untouched.
your chin was resting against your hand, elbow on your knee as you were deep in thoughts.
”how i’ve never seen this part of you before.”
you gestured towards the pitch, “i mean this, all of this.”
he understood what you ment. “to be fair almost all the times we’ve seen each other i was injured.”
you looked at him through the corner of your eye, head not fully turning yet.
you looked back towards the green grass.
”but i think i like this version better.”
his smile faded slightly, expression getting more serious.
you shook your head. “no,”
your head finally fully turned towards him. “the happy version.”
that really got to him. he couldn’t form an answer immediately, he just looked at you. and suddenly he realized no one had ever said that to him before.
no praises about his performance, no compliments or i’m proud of you.
just a simple i like seeing you happy. and surprisingly that hit him even harder than anything else that could’ve been said.
he looked down at his hands, before quietly speaking up.
”thank you for being here.”
you simply smiled and gave him a nod. “of course.”
you looked up at his tall frame in front of you.
he gestured towards the stairs.
you looked at the pitch, then back at him.
”are we even allowed to?”
he gave you a small smile. “probably not.”
there it was again. you’d called him by his name a couple times now. but every time you did, it made him feel these unexplainable things.
he didn’t even answer but you laughed and raised t your feet anyway.
as you made your way down the pitch, you realized how incredibly intimate this felt.
when you reached the edge, you stopped.
the stadium looked completely different from there. the grass was impossibly bright and it felt all so enormous. quiet, almost peaceful.
he stepped onto the grass, the turned towards you. he held out his hand for you to take.
you looked at it, then at him, before raising your own hand to his.
his fingers closed around yours. warm and steady. for a movement neither say anything, just the warmth of each other.
no hospital, injury, excuses, misunderstandings. just you two.
and maybe this was actually the moment you had been waiting for this whole time. not a kiss, a confession or a big fancy date. just a moment where being close to him didn’t mean that something was wrong.
he squeezed your hand once.
he looked towards the empty pitch.
”i’ll teach you the offside rule.”
and he laughed too, pulling you gently deeper into the grass with him.
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