Prompt: "I was trying to read in the park and your stray football hit me and you feel bad and offer to take care of me." College AU.

Robin never even saw it coming; one moment she was minding her own business reading her book in the park, the next moment she was lying on the ground, looking up into the concerned face of a man with blue hair who was kneeling next to her. Her book was laying open faced on the grass next to her, the pages blowing in the little breeze.

"Are you alright?" he asked, extending a hand to help her up. She took it and he helped her to a sitting position. She groaned, bringing her hand to the side of her head she'd been hit on and rubbing it.

"What happened?"

"Well, our football took a wrong turn and kind of...hit you," the man explained, bringing one of his own hand up to his head, to rub it through his hair.

"Your football?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, my teammate Vaike and I were practicing our throws over there, and-"

"Hey! Oh man, I am so sorry 'bout that!" another man, the one Robin assumed was named Vaike, shouted, as he came running up to them. "Are ya alright?"

"I'm fine, I guess," Robin said.

"Oh good. I really didn't mean to hit ya. Chrom here was givin' me a hard time about throwin' and I guess he's right that I can't throw too well," Vaike said, shrugging.

"Told you," Chrom muttered, shooting a smirk Vaike's way, before turning back to Robin. "But are you sure you're alright? Do you need to see a doctor or anything?"

"I don't think so. Maybe I'll just take some ibruprofin and go to bed, I have a bit of a headache now."

"You can't sleep right away after a head injury," Chrom said, and before she could protest, he made a proposition to her. "I can come and take care of you for a while." He turned from his spot on the ground to look up at the other man. "Practice is over for the day, I think."

Vaike looked a bit disappointed, but nodded. "Is there anythin' I can do to help you get her fixed up or anythin'?"

"That's alright, I think his help will be more than enough. Thank you, though," Robin said, smiling politely at Vaike.

Vaike nodded again. "Sorry again for hittin' ya. I'll see ya later, Chrom." He bent to get his football, before giving another wave and walking away from the two.

"Alright then...oh, I'm not sure I caught your name?" Chrom said.

"It's Robin."

"Ah, that's very pretty. I'm Chrom, but you've probably gathered that."

"I think I have."

"So, um, can I help you to your apartment? Or house? Wherever you live, so I can help you feel better?"

"Alright. Help me up?"

Chrom nodded, and helped her to her feet. Once standing himself, he bent to pick up her book, putting it under his arm before he began helping her to walk. Though they had only been talking for a few minutes, she trusted him enough to have him bring her to her apartment and inside of it. Once inside, he led her to the couch and made her stay there while he got her some water and pain medication tablets. Though the injury was only minor in her eyes, he treated it like she'd lost all her limbs or something.

"I haven't forgotten how to do anything from that football injury, Chrom," Robin said, after he'd given her the medicine, but refused to give up the cup of water, which he'd put a bendy straw into for easier access. "I think I still know how to hold and drink from a cup."

"But-"

"I'm fine, really," she said, taking the cup from his hands. "You've done more than enough for me already. Plus, you're not even the one who hit me with the football, so you really don't have to treat me like a princess over this."

He didn't have a reply for this, so he simply let her be, sighing as she gave him a smile which said she'd won. "Fair enough. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine, really. In fact, I'm more than fine." she said. "And if you ask one more time, I will send you on your way."

Instead of risking being sent out, Chrom nodded and decided to change the subject. "Um, when you're feeling better, would you like to go get coffee or something?" he asked.

Her smiled softened. "Sure, coffee would be nice," she agreed.

"Great," Chrom said, grinning.

"So, tomorrow?"

"That sounds good. But are you sure you'll-"

Instead of letting him finish, she shoved him off the couch, where he landed on the floor with a thud. He looked up at her, shocked, only to find her laughing.

"You pushed me."

"You asked about me again," she said, still chuckling. She patted the spot on the couch next to her. "But I'm feeling nice, so why don't you come back up here?"

He smiled and climbed back onto the couch. She snuggled close to him, laying her head on his shoulder.

And that's how a stray football caused the pair to form a relationship.