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this is based off a real experience i had in phys. ed a long time ago when i banged heads with another girl really hard and my teacher had to take me to the nurse.

crazy kick - miruko x f!reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, spoiler-free

“hey y/n, are you sure you're okay? the ball hit you pretty damn hard yanno..”

“huhn… ball, what. is that you rumi..”

“yeah, hiya. are you up?”

your eyes adjust to the artificial room light, everything feels woozy. you swing your head around in two directions only seeing the plain white walls, looking around for the source of the voice until you see the two familiar ears of a bunny girl peeking out and lifting up in reaction to your awakened-ness.

“jeez i’m glad you’re awake y/n i thought i KILLED ya’, you were about to make me cry. and i never cry, ever.”

rubbing the top of your head in confusion, you literally can’t remember what happened at all. a keyboard in the back is clicking away, from someone in the infirmary, probably recording whatever just happened.

“why would you be crying.. what happened.”

the keyboard clicking stops, someone is pushing back their chair with that ugly scree of steel seat legs scraping the ground.

“do ya not remember? we were in the gym practicing for tryouts and-”

a pen clicks.

“oh my, not a good sign. sorry but i have some questions for y/n, rumi please come back in a few minutes to take her to class.”

“yes ma’am, bye y/n, i’m REALLY sorry about what happened by the way and, just and i didn’t-”

rumi thumps her feet nervously, scratching the back of her head, and making a face that says yikes. “just, get well soon, i’ll be back for ya’, kay’?”

she totters out the infirmary, followed by recovery girl ushering her out and shutting the door gently behind her.

recovery girl shakes her pen, jotting down a doctor’s note for you on her short way back to your patient’s bed;

y/n was hit hard in the head at volleyball practise with rumi, may need to be cautious of her in class, don’t allow her in any hard activities during periods 3 and 4.

which i guess you’ll be giving it to your teacher later.

“okay ms. y/n, so you passed out. you know this right?”

“yes miss.”

“okay very good. do you know why you passed out?’

“uh okay so rumi said, i got hit in the head with a ball during volleyball practice? so thats my best guess.”

here comes that yikes face again. she makes another jot note of this:

does not remember getting hit.

“okay so based off what you’re saying you passed out, and you dont remember how you ended up here. do you remember what was going on before you got hit?”

“umm no miss, like i know i showed up to practice with rumi and i know i got hit.”

“okay y/n and just for good measure, some rapid fire questions, what’s your name?”

“.....y/n l/n.”

“what time is it?”

“not sure miss, i’d probably need a watch. when i left for practice maybe 11:30.”

“check, okay last question and you’re almost free from me, how many fingers am i holding up?”

she smiles holding up three fingers, you giggle it’s kinda silly but okay fair.

“three miss.”

“perfect, so i’m gonna get out of your hair for now but just a few things first. y/n, you may have a minor to mild concussion, its not super serious, but it can’t be fixed by my quirk. so unfortunately for you you’ll have to take it to the doctors.”

okay this is a yikes, you got a concussion? who volleys a ball that fucking hard? like what.

“well, is it bad, will i be fine to go to class?”

“i’m going to send you back to class, but you’re ordered not to do anymore training or physical work, you may end up feeling the symptoms later, and oh that brings me to this,”

returning to her desk she grabs a big fat ugly bright pink sticker, she fills in your name and your class, peels it out of the sticker paper and hands it to you.

“put this on for me please, here’s what it says;

Hi, i’m y/n l/n from class 1B. I hit my head recently, if you see me acting strange, looking dizzy or looking to pass out, please take me to the nurse's office in room 143.

just to make sure people are looking out for you while you're hurt okay? and one more thing, have a responsible buddy with you throughout the day that won’t leave you alone. rumi seems ready to do it so you should let her walk you to class, to training and back home for the day alright? sounds good? perfect, lets get you up and out.”

⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳

shutting the recovery girls door behind you, you see rumi sitting and thumping her foot again, super aggressively, biting on her thumb nail. only stopping to notice that you’re back.

“well, are you okay? is it that bad? don’t leave me nervous in wait dammit, what’s the deal with your head? i can handle it, from now on i’ll wheel you to school in my wagon, in the halls you can piggyback and when i leave for class-”

you scratch your head at that one. isn’t that a bit too much for her?

“well shucks, but it’s just a, ‘minor to mild’ concussion. but i guess i might take you up on the piggyback. heh, for now i do need a buddy, so recovery girl says.”

you breathe out a smile at her offer, man what other girl would offer you an opportunity like that one. rumi is unmatched as a girl that makes you feel extra appreciated. she smiles, at least confident in that you want a piggyback ride.

“okay if you say so, for now i’m your buddy, so y/n if you’ll do me the honours.”

smirking in, gesturing for you to link arms with her. and you do, not right after the suggestion, but when it settles in that she actually would like to do so. yeah, kinda like buddies do sometimes.

casually strolling your way down the hall with your doctors note, or more appropriately; your free late pass to class, rumi voices her relief with you being somewhat okay, and likely to recover.

“boy am i glad i didn’t kill you, it must’ve hurt so bad, but atleast yer’ okay for now,”

pause.

“what do you mean you’re glad you didn’t kill me??? you hit me with the ball?”

“yes and i’m SUPER sorry i didn’t think about how hard a kick i was laying out, and i KNOW ya’ don’t even kick playing volleyball and it’s all my fault so-”

“no it’s not about that. rumi of course i forgive you, it’s an accident. but your kicks are FUCKING CRAZY. enough to knock me out? you should really make use of that skill. like maybe on top of volleyball you do soccer, or something yanno?”

“ah, okay okay, i'll look into it, just for you okay. i hope it's not too forward but,”

she leans into you pulling on your linked arm to kiss your cheek, clearly catching you off guard.

“i’m super lucky to have you around yanno, and i hope we both make it onto the team this friday. did i overdo it?”

“no,” you always knew rumi cared but today feels extra caring. despite her sometimes tough demeanor outwardly, she's really the nicest girl you know, and the sweet spot she has for you, is the reason you were crushing on rumi since freshman year. it’d be hard not to have her around either, so you tell her. “i’m blessed for you too, also you should maybe do that again sometime, somewhere different.”

“wow y/n so you're saying you like me too? how crazy is that eh?” she's not even hiding her absurdly large smile seeing you happy to have her. “so maybe i can give you another one of those when i walk you home this evening, hm?”

“oh for sure you can, i’d like it alot.” you nod off into the crook of her shoulder and she rips her arm from the link to wrap it around you, kissing the top of your head to let you know it's the last one for awhile till’ classes are over.

at the doorframe she slots into her desk and you make your way to your 3rd period teachers desk, sliding him the note you got from the infirmary.

“mild concussion y/n, in PE?”

“no ahaha, uh practice. a really talented kick.”

this is based off a real experience i had in phys. ed a long time ago when i banged heads with another girl really hard and my teacher had to take me to the nurse.

crazy kick - miruko x f!reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, spoiler-free

“hey y/n, are you sure you're okay? the ball hit you pretty damn hard yanno..”

“huhn… ball, what. is that you rumi..”

“yeah, hiya. are you up?”

your eyes adjust to the artificial room light, everything feels woozy. you swing your head around in two directions only seeing the plain white walls, looking around for the source of the voice until you see the two familiar ears of a bunny girl peeking out and lifting up in reaction to your awakened-ness.

“jeez i’m glad you’re awake y/n i thought i KILLED ya’, you were about to make me cry. and i never cry, ever.”

rubbing the top of your head in confusion, you literally can’t remember what happened at all. a keyboard in the back is clicking away, from someone in the infirmary, probably recording whatever just happened.

“why would you be crying.. what happened.”

the keyboard clicking stops, someone is pushing back their chair with that ugly scree of steel seat legs scraping the ground.

“do ya not remember? we were in the gym practicing for tryouts and-”

a pen clicks.

“oh my, not a good sign. sorry but i have some questions for y/n, rumi please come back in a few minutes to take her to class.”

“yes ma’am, bye y/n, i’m REALLY sorry about what happened by the way and, just and i didn’t-”

rumi thumps her feet nervously, scratching the back of her head, and making a face that says yikes. “just, get well soon, i’ll be back for ya’, kay’?”

she totters out the infirmary, followed by recovery girl ushering her out and shutting the door gently behind her.

recovery girl shakes her pen, jotting down a doctor’s note for you on her short way back to your patient’s bed;

y/n was hit hard in the head at volleyball practise with rumi, may need to be cautious of her in class, don’t allow her in any hard activities during periods 3 and 4.

which i guess you’ll be giving it to your teacher later.

“okay ms. y/n, so you passed out. you know this right?”

“yes miss.”

“okay very good. do you know why you passed out?’

“uh okay so rumi said, i got hit in the head with a ball during volleyball practice? so thats my best guess.”

here comes that yikes face again. she makes another jot note of this:

does not remember getting hit.

“okay so based off what you’re saying you passed out, and you dont remember how you ended up here. do you remember what was going on before you got hit?”

“umm no miss, like i know i showed up to practice with rumi and i know i got hit.”

“okay y/n and just for good measure, some rapid fire questions, what’s your name?”

“.....y/n l/n.”

“what time is it?”

“not sure miss, i’d probably need a watch. when i left for practice maybe 11:30.”

“check, okay last question and you’re almost free from me, how many fingers am i holding up?”

she smiles holding up three fingers, you giggle it’s kinda silly but okay fair.

“three miss.”

“perfect, so i’m gonna get out of your hair for now but just a few things first. y/n, you may have a minor to mild concussion, its not super serious, but it can’t be fixed by my quirk. so unfortunately for you you’ll have to take it to the doctors.”

okay this is a yikes, you got a concussion? who volleys a ball that fucking hard? like what.

“well, is it bad, will i be fine to go to class?”

“i’m going to send you back to class, but you’re ordered not to do anymore training or physical work, you may end up feeling the symptoms later, and oh that brings me to this,”

returning to her desk she grabs a big fat ugly bright pink sticker, she fills in your name and your class, peels it out of the sticker paper and hands it to you.

“put this on for me please, here’s what it says;

Hi, i’m y/n l/n from class 1B. I hit my head recently, if you see me acting strange, looking dizzy or looking to pass out, please take me to the nurse's office in room 143.

just to make sure people are looking out for you while you're hurt okay? and one more thing, have a responsible buddy with you throughout the day that won’t leave you alone. rumi seems ready to do it so you should let her walk you to class, to training and back home for the day alright? sounds good? perfect, lets get you up and out.”

⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳

shutting the recovery girls door behind you, you see rumi sitting and thumping her foot again, super aggressively, biting on her thumb nail. only stopping to notice that you’re back.

“well, are you okay? is it that bad? don’t leave me nervous in wait dammit, what’s the deal with your head? i can handle it, from now on i’ll wheel you to school in my wagon, in the halls you can piggyback and when i leave for class-”

you scratch your head at that one. isn’t that a bit too much for her?

“well shucks, but it’s just a, ‘minor to mild’ concussion. but i guess i might take you up on the piggyback. heh, for now i do need a buddy, so recovery girl says.”

you breathe out a smile at her offer, man what other girl would offer you an opportunity like that one. rumi is unmatched as a girl that makes you feel extra appreciated. she smiles, at least confident in that you want a piggyback ride.

“okay if you say so, for now i’m your buddy, so y/n if you’ll do me the honours.”

smirking in, gesturing for you to link arms with her. and you do, not right after the suggestion, but when it settles in that she actually would like to do so. yeah, kinda like buddies do sometimes.

casually strolling your way down the hall with your doctors note, or more appropriately; your free late pass to class, rumi voices her relief with you being somewhat okay, and likely to recover.

“boy am i glad i didn’t kill you, it must’ve hurt so bad, but atleast yer’ okay for now,”

pause.

“what do you mean you’re glad you didn’t kill me??? you hit me with the ball?”

“yes and i’m SUPER sorry i didn’t think about how hard a kick i was laying out, and i KNOW ya’ don’t even kick playing volleyball and it’s all my fault so-”

“no it’s not about that. rumi of course i forgive you, it’s an accident. but your kicks are FUCKING CRAZY. enough to knock me out? you should really make use of that skill. like maybe on top of volleyball you do soccer, or something yanno?”

“ah, okay okay, i'll look into it, just for you okay. i hope it's not too forward but,”

she leans into you pulling on your linked arm to kiss your cheek, clearly catching you off guard.

“i’m super lucky to have you around yanno, and i hope we both make it onto the team this friday. did i overdo it?”

“no,” you always knew rumi cared but today feels extra caring. despite her sometimes tough demeanor outwardly, she's really the nicest girl you know, and the sweet spot she has for you, is the reason you were crushing on rumi since freshman year. it’d be hard not to have her around either, so you tell her. “i’m blessed for you too, also you should maybe do that again sometime, somewhere different.”

“wow y/n so you're saying you like me too? how crazy is that eh?” she's not even hiding her absurdly large smile seeing you happy to have her. “so maybe i can give you another one of those when i walk you home this evening, hm?”

“oh for sure you can, i’d like it alot.” you nod off into the crook of her shoulder and she rips her arm from the link to wrap it around you, kissing the top of your head to let you know it's the last one for awhile till’ classes are over.

at the doorframe she slots into her desk and you make your way to your 3rd period teachers desk, sliding him the note you got from the infirmary.

“mild concussion y/n, in PE?”

“no ahaha, uh practice. a really talented kick.”

this is based off a real experience i had in phys. ed a long time ago when i banged heads with another girl really hard and my teacher had to take me to the nurse.

crazy kick - miruko x f!reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluff, spoiler-free

“hey y/n, are you sure you're okay? the ball hit you pretty damn hard yanno..”

“huhn… ball, what. is that you rumi..”

“yeah, hiya. are you up?”

your eyes adjust to the artificial room light, everything feels woozy. you swing your head around in two directions only seeing the plain white walls, looking around for the source of the voice until you see the two familiar ears of a bunny girl peeking out and lifting up in reaction to your awakened-ness.

“jeez i’m glad you’re awake y/n i thought i KILLED ya’, you were about to make me cry. and i never cry, ever.”

rubbing the top of your head in confusion, you literally can’t remember what happened at all. a keyboard in the back is clicking away, from someone in the infirmary, probably recording whatever just happened.

“why would you be crying.. what happened.”

the keyboard clicking stops, someone is pushing back their chair with that ugly scree of steel seat legs scraping the ground.

“do ya not remember? we were in the gym practicing for tryouts and-”

a pen clicks.

“oh my, not a good sign. sorry but i have some questions for y/n, rumi please come back in a few minutes to take her to class.”

“yes ma’am, bye y/n, i’m REALLY sorry about what happened by the way and, just and i didn’t-”

rumi thumps her feet nervously, scratching the back of her head, and making a face that says yikes. “just, get well soon, i’ll be back for ya’, kay’?”

she totters out the infirmary, followed by recovery girl ushering her out and shutting the door gently behind her.

recovery girl shakes her pen, jotting down a doctor’s note for you on her short way back to your patient’s bed;

y/n was hit hard in the head at volleyball practise with rumi, may need to be cautious of her in class, don’t allow her in any hard activities during periods 3 and 4.

which i guess you’ll be giving it to your teacher later.

“okay ms. y/n, so you passed out. you know this right?”

“yes miss.”

“okay very good. do you know why you passed out?’

“uh okay so rumi said, i got hit in the head with a ball during volleyball practice? so thats my best guess.”

here comes that yikes face again. she makes another jot note of this:

does not remember getting hit.

“okay so based off what you’re saying you passed out, and you dont remember how you ended up here. do you remember what was going on before you got hit?”

“umm no miss, like i know i showed up to practice with rumi and i know i got hit.”

“okay y/n and just for good measure, some rapid fire questions, what’s your name?”

“.....y/n l/n.”

“what time is it?”

“not sure miss, i’d probably need a watch. when i left for practice maybe 11:30.”

“check, okay last question and you’re almost free from me, how many fingers am i holding up?”

she smiles holding up three fingers, you giggle it’s kinda silly but okay fair.

“three miss.”

“perfect, so i’m gonna get out of your hair for now but just a few things first. y/n, you may have a minor to mild concussion, its not super serious, but it can’t be fixed by my quirk. so unfortunately for you you’ll have to take it to the doctors.”

okay this is a yikes, you got a concussion? who volleys a ball that fucking hard? like what.

“well, is it bad, will i be fine to go to class?”

“i’m going to send you back to class, but you’re ordered not to do anymore training or physical work, you may end up feeling the symptoms later, and oh that brings me to this,”

returning to her desk she grabs a big fat ugly bright pink sticker, she fills in your name and your class, peels it out of the sticker paper and hands it to you.

“put this on for me please, here’s what it says;

Hi, i’m y/n l/n from class 1B. I hit my head recently, if you see me acting strange, looking dizzy or looking to pass out, please take me to the nurse's office in room 143.

just to make sure people are looking out for you while you're hurt okay? and one more thing, have a responsible buddy with you throughout the day that won’t leave you alone. rumi seems ready to do it so you should let her walk you to class, to training and back home for the day alright? sounds good? perfect, lets get you up and out.”

⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳⬳

shutting the recovery girls door behind you, you see rumi sitting and thumping her foot again, super aggressively, biting on her thumb nail. only stopping to notice that you’re back.

“well, are you okay? is it that bad? don’t leave me nervous in wait dammit, what’s the deal with your head? i can handle it, from now on i’ll wheel you to school in my wagon, in the halls you can piggyback and when i leave for class-”

you scratch your head at that one. isn’t that a bit too much for her?

“well shucks, but it’s just a, ‘minor to mild’ concussion. but i guess i might take you up on the piggyback. heh, for now i do need a buddy, so recovery girl says.”

you breathe out a smile at her offer, man what other girl would offer you an opportunity like that one. rumi is unmatched as a girl that makes you feel extra appreciated. she smiles, at least confident in that you want a piggyback ride.

“okay if you say so, for now i’m your buddy, so y/n if you’ll do me the honours.”

smirking in, gesturing for you to link arms with her. and you do, not right after the suggestion, but when it settles in that she actually would like to do so. yeah, kinda like buddies do sometimes.

casually strolling your way down the hall with your doctors note, or more appropriately; your free late pass to class, rumi voices her relief with you being somewhat okay, and likely to recover.

“boy am i glad i didn’t kill you, it must’ve hurt so bad, but atleast yer’ okay for now,”

pause.

“what do you mean you’re glad you didn’t kill me??? you hit me with the ball?”

“yes and i’m SUPER sorry i didn’t think about how hard a kick i was laying out, and i KNOW ya’ don’t even kick playing volleyball and it’s all my fault so-”

“no it’s not about that. rumi of course i forgive you, it’s an accident. but your kicks are FUCKING CRAZY. enough to knock me out? you should really make use of that skill. like maybe on top of volleyball you do soccer, or something yanno?”

“ah, okay okay, i'll look into it, just for you okay. i hope it's not too forward but,”

she leans into you pulling on your linked arm to kiss your cheek, clearly catching you off guard.

“i’m super lucky to have you around yanno, and i hope we both make it onto the team this friday. did i overdo it?”

“no,” you always knew rumi cared but today feels extra caring. despite her sometimes tough demeanor outwardly, she's really the nicest girl you know, and the sweet spot she has for you, is the reason you were crushing on rumi since freshman year. it’d be hard not to have her around either, so you tell her. “i’m blessed for you too, also you should maybe do that again sometime, somewhere different.”

“wow y/n so you're saying you like me too? how crazy is that eh?” she's not even hiding her absurdly large smile seeing you happy to have her. “so maybe i can give you another one of those when i walk you home this evening, hm?”

“oh for sure you can, i’d like it alot.” you nod off into the crook of her shoulder and she rips her arm from the link to wrap it around you, kissing the top of your head to let you know it's the last one for awhile till’ classes are over.

at the doorframe she slots into her desk and you make your way to your 3rd period teachers desk, sliding him the note you got from the infirmary.

“mild concussion y/n, in PE?”

“no ahaha, uh practice. a really talented kick.”

@xx-kachi-xx Miruko x Burnin for you!