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Maybe its just my sleepy brain saying it..but can you like do Tigers interaction with kendo,like how they spend time together?or how kendo protected tiger from rival teams back then?
Have a mini tiger not by me,i think its by prizza on tiktok :3
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Decided to take your second suggestion (protecting from rival teams) and write out what I think Tiger’s first ever match back after his injury (against Colossus FC) was like. It just so happens that the team Nakama are going against first is Colossus, and Tiger’s, understandably, terrified.
Based on my interpretation of Kendo, and Nakama as a whole. Colossus I… couldn’t be bothered to research too much on, so their names are taken from the Wiki/altered slightly to fit their Greek/Mythological vibe, and that’s about it. Apologies to any Colossus fans… if there are any.
No TWs for this. Moreorless.
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Colossus FC.
Of all the teams to come back against, it had to be them.
Six months of surgeries. Six months of rehab. Six months of trying to claw his way back into the game, back into his own body, and his first match back was against them? What kind of cruel fucking joke was that?
The dread had been simmering for days, now. A creeping, crawling kind of fear. The kind that tugged at your throat. Made it hard to breathe. The kind that made your hands tremble, and your legs shake, even when you couldn’t possibly begin to fathom why.
He’d felt it before. The moment he’d gone down, six months ago. Clutching at his arm. Wailing in agony. Panting and gasping through the pain. His body had tried to curl inwards, desperate to protect him. To shield him against more hits. More pain. More enemies.
It was a fear of the unknown.
He’d told himself, all those months ago, that it would pass. That once he was back on the pitch, he’d feel better. That it was nothing more than a silly, little, unremarkable fear- like a child, afraid of the dentist.
But it hadn’t. If anything, it’d just grown worse. Like something was rotting under his skin. Like it had wormed its way around his heart like some sort of parasite, squeezing and pulsing.
It wouldn’t leave-
“Hey!” An all-too-familiar clack-clack-clack on the tiled floor has his ears perking, his mind snapping out from the gutter it had crawled down into. “Tiger!”
He spun around. “Miko!” Tiger grinned sheepishly as the man hobbled forward on his crutches, a smile of his own gracing his lips,“You came to watch?”
“Of course I did.” Miko scoffed lightheartedly, “It’s your first match back, after all. I’d be a real crappy Captain not showing up for it.”
“You didn’t have to.” He giggled, nudging Miko with his good arm. Gently, because he was seriously worried he’d topple the man with his full strength. Miko, like him, had come leaps and bounds in recovery, but his crutch-walking skills were still… debatable, at best. “I don’t think your physical therapist would be pleased to know you’re wobbling around just to see little old me kick a ball.”
“She’ll live.” Miko snorted, “You did far worse during recovery than I ever did, and she survived that just fine.”
“Hey!” He laughed, “I was a great patient-”
“You were a terrible patient.” Miko adjusted the crutches with a soft grunt. His arms were beginning to tremble with the strain, “And I think I might need to sit down before I end up following in your footsteps.”
Immediately, Tiger moved, his fingers latching on to the fabric of Miko’s sleeve, steadying him. He frowned, “Do you want help? I don’t mind walking you out to the benches–”
“I’ll be alright. Thanks, though,” He smiled, leaning forward to gently knock his forehead into Tiger’s own, “It’s not too far. I’ll see you on the pitch, yeah?”
The anxiety-casing around his heart squeezed. He forced a smile. “For sure, brother.”
…
He’d forgotten how tall the Colossus players were.
Which was stupid, because he knew they were tall. They were called Colossus for crying out loud. They were known for their size. Their towering presence. Their brute strength.
He’d run into Demetrius, in the corridors before the starting lineup. The man had given him a heart-attack, appearing out of thin air like some sort of ghoul. His shadow had swallowed him up, his figure blocking out any light from the nearby bulbs as he leaned down to peer at Tiger.
“Hi.”
“Hi?” Tiger couldn’t help but squeak. Jeez, for such a tall, obvious presence, he sure as hell could sneak around pretty damn well. “Can I- help you?”
Demetrius’ gaze flittered to his bandaged arm. His jaw moved idly, as if chewing on something. “I don’t think it’s me who needs help, friend.”
Okay, well that… Wasn’t an answer.
“You better take care of that arm of yours.” Demetrius spoke up once more, straightening back up from where he’d slumped down. “It’d be a shame if anything happened to it so soon.”
That did nothing good for his already pounding heart. Tiger simply nodded, quickly slinking off back towards his own team and far away from the utter creep that was Demetrius, apparently.
Yugiro seemed to be in the middle of some sort of pep-talk as Tiger slid his way back into the room, the door shutting softly behind him. He pressed his trembling spine to the wood.
Nobody seemed to notice him. Thank god.
“You alright?”
Nevermind.
He jumped at the breathy whisper, snapping his head to the side. Kendo curled a confused brow at him. “I’m fine.” He whispered back, scowling, “Give a guy a heart attack, would you?”
“You’ve been off all day.” Kendo’s face scrunched. The kind of pug-like scrunch where he knew the man wanted to say more, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
“I don’t need a babysitter, Kens.”
Kendo’s eyes narrowed, “You know that’s not what I mean.”
“And what do you mean, exactly?” Tiger couldn’t help but snipe back. Frustration leaked over his paranoia, bringing fire to his ice-cold veins. It felt good, in a strange way. “I told you, I’m fine.”
“I’m no genius but if I had to guess.” Kendo’s soft voice oozed with sarcasm, “It probably has to do with, oh, I don’t know, Colossus?”
Yugiro threw the pair of them an odd look, his lips never stopping as he continued on with his talk, waving his arms about as he paced the length of the changing room. Kylo and Keita followed the Sub-Captain’s gaze, their confused eyes flittering over to Tiger and Kendo for a brief moment before zoning back in.
Tiger took this moment to elbow Kendo in the ribs. Hard. His arm ached at such a simple notion, throbbing from shoulder to wrist. “I’m. Fine.”
“Don’t act like a brat.” Kendo muttered, not even flinching at the hit. “We’re talking about this as soon as Yugiro shuts up.”
…
“He said what?”
“Don’t make a big deal out of it, Kens.” Tiger groaned, hiding his face in his hands as he walked, “It was nothing. I’m just being paranoid.”
“It was nothing?” Kendo sounded violent. He looked it, too, muscles tightly coiled, standing at his full, towering height. His fists were shaking. “That’s not nothing. What kind of sick bastard says something like that?”
“One who’s just trying to rile me up. Rile us up.” He corrected himself, “And you’re letting him win.”
“I’m going to punch him.”
“No you are not.” Tiger snapped, groaning. He tugged a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands, “You’re making me feel worse, not better.”
Kendo peered down at him, his gaze softening. Just a tad. “What can I do to help?”
“First of all, stop threatening to punch people.” Tiger joked loosely, “Second.. I’ll, uh. Have to get back to you on that one.”
“...Are you sure you don’t wanna sit this one out?” Kendo’s voice was so very gentle now, “No one would blame you one bit, kid.”
“I’ve sat out every damn match we’ve had for six whole months.” He forced a shaky smile, “I’m finally back and I’m not going anywhere.”
The tunnel lineups came into view as they turned the corridor’s final bend. Colossus on one side, Nakama on the other. Yugiro was peering over his shoulder, eyes lighting up when he noticed the pair. He gestured Tiger towards him, to his designated spot in the line.
“Where did you two wander off to?” Yugiro asked as Tiger slid into his usual spot, the Sub-Captain behind him, and Kylo and the other strikers up front. His voice wasn’t angry, just confused. “Did you miss the part of my talk that spoke about arriving on time?”
“Must’ve done.” Tiger couldn’t help but grin. Yugiro simply rolled his eyes with a sigh, turning around in the line to try and force an answer out of Kendo instead.
Beside him, one of the Colossus midfielders craned his neck to look down at him. “Didn’t think you’d come back, if I’m honest.” He rumbled, “Can’t say if that’s impressive or dumb.”
Tiger let out a shaky breath, “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
“Well,” The midfielder flashed a toothy smile. “We can certainly try.”
…
The anxiety was so much worse now.
Tiger fought back the urge to tug at his hair again. And against the urge to run away. And the urge to commit several atrocities that he’d probably end up jailed for life over if he were somehow successful. That god-forsaken paranoia was stronger than ever, coursing through his veins, heavy and thick, like some gooped-up sewer sludge. It constricted his lungs, made it hard to breathe. It felt like he was drowning.
“Dude.” Kylo breathed, nudging him slightly with his arm as he stretched the limb out, “You look like you’re about to be sick.”
“First match back nerves.” Thank the stars for Keita, who piped up for him, doing a lunge warm-up nearby, “Can’t really blame you, man.”
“I’m only a little nervous.” He lied through the skin of his teeth, “I think I just need some water before we start. Any of you guys want some?”
“Nah, but bring me back an orange slice, yeah? I could use some sugar.”
“Kylo, those are for half-time.” Renji rolled his eyes as he stretched out his calves. “You’re supposed to wait.”
“The ref isn’t gonna foul me just because I want an orange slice early.” Kylo scoffed, “Tiger- make it two slices. Just to spite Renji.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re more ridiculous!” Kylo laughed, “It’s a friggin orange slice, it’s not gonna kill anyone.”
Tiger slipped away as the pair began to banter back and forth, quickly making his way over to the little refreshments stand they kept close to the sub-benches. The cooler had already been opened, apparently, condensation dripping down its sides in thin, watery lines. He crouched down, grabbing a bottle with his good arm. The water was sweet, and cold. It soothed his scratchy throat, but it did little to soothe his heightened nerves. If anything, it only made them worse.
Shakily, he stood, moving to open a nearby second container, which he knew from experience would have the half-time fruits in. With his free hand, he fished out two slices of orange, for Kylo.
He didn’t hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.
“Aw,” A voice drawled lazily above him, making him jump, “Look who’s back from the dead? Could’ve sworn I ended your career.”
Tiger froze. His fingers tightened on the bottle, the plastic crinkling under his grip.
“I like the bandages.” Another spoke up with a snicker, “Makes the pathetic vibe you’re going for really pop.”
Slowly, he turned.
Ares was standing behind him, flanked tightly by Achilles and Titan. The defenders all wore the same shit-eating grin, their eyes roaming him hungrily, like wolves to a rabbit.
He forced yet another smile, attempting to relax his posture as he peered up at the trio, squinting his eyes against the sun glaring from behind them. “Nice to see you guys too.”
“Oh please.” Titan snorted, crossing his arms. “It’s obvious you aren’t.”
“And don’t worry. The feeling’s mutual.” Achilles smirked. “At least it’s only one of you who came crawling back. For now.” The defender nodded over to Nakama’s bench, where Miko sat, blissfully unaware, chatting happily with some of the substitutes. “How long ‘till he’s back on the pitch, hm? Can’t wait for a little rematch with him, too.”
Tiger’s lip curled. “You’re a prick.”
Achilles leaned down. Closer. His breath was hot against his skin. “Say that again.” He whispered, voice icy, “I dare you.”
His stomach clenched. Every part of his soul screamed for him to get out, but still, he held his ground, jutting his chin up, “I said-”
“Cute little reunion you’re having here.”
Ares instantly backed off, turning to look behind himself, a loose grin on his face, “Kendo.” He greeted, “We’re just having a little welcome-back chat.”
“Do you typically get in people's faces just to chat?” Kendo sounded livid. “Or is this a one-off thing I’m walking in on here?”
Ares shrugged one shoulder. “Just a bit of friendly banter. You know how it is.”
Kendo stared at him. “Friendly,” he repeated flatly.
“Course,” Ares said, smile widening. “We were just talking about how good it is to see Tiger back in action.” His thick, calloused hand reached down. Tiger fought against the flinch that attempted to wrack his body as it made contact with his skin, ruffling his hair. “Real inspirational stuff, this kid is.”
“Funny,” Kendo replied, taking a slow step forward. “Because from where I was standing, it looks very fucking different.”
Achilles let out a sharp little exhale. Not quite a laugh. Something breathy and nervous. “You’re overreacting.”
“No,” Kendo said, moving to stand toe-to-toe with him, squaring his shoulders. “I know what I saw. And if I catch any of you getting in his face again –on the pitch, off the pitch, in the fucking car park, even– I’ll make sure you’re the ones leaving on stretchers this time.”
A pause. Ares' hand slipped from Tiger’s head. The three Colossus players exchanged awkward glances with one another.
Kendo arched a single brow. “That’s your cue to leave.”
Tiger had expected them to fight, but they… They just left. Without another word.
Kendo’s steely gaze watched them the entire time. He didn’t even acknowledge Tiger until the trio had fully rejoined their team, heads bowed and shoulders hunched. They looked like cowering dogs, their tails stuck tight between their legs as their teammates laughed and jeered at them. Only once they were far enough away did he turn his head back, looking down. His gaze had softened completely. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Tiger gave a stiff little nod, sighing. The anxiety was still there, still pulsing and coursing through his veins, but that confrontation, as… horrible as it was, it’d helped. He felt… calmer, now. “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me, I’ve been wanting to say that to him since that day. Fucking disgusting man.” Kendo grunted, throwing an arm over Tiger’s shoulder. Despite his anger, the touch was gentle. His hand ruffled through his hair, fingers working to fix what Ares' boisterous touch had destroyed. “C’mon. Kylo’ll get upset if he doesn’t get his stupid oranges.”
