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ZealMac: Painful Kick

Fletcher was practicing rugby with the rest of the team after school. They had a game on the weekend, and so they needed to practise as much as possible. It was also normal for other students to watch as the practice took place, and they currently had several spectators.

Fletcher had the ball, and he attempted to kick it over the goalpost. However, he got the angle wrong, and the ball went to the side. He watched the ball, and he jumped when the ball hit one of the spectators, who was speaking with the person next to him. There were several cries of alarm, and Fletcher immediately ran towards the person he hit. He was alarmed when he saw that the person wasn't moving.

"I'm so sorry!" Fletcher exclaimed. "Is he okay?"

"I think you knocked him out," the boy next to Fletcher's victim said.

Fletcher recognised the boy as someone a year younger than him. And once he reached them, he realised that his victim was Chio Wang, a boy in his class. Fletcher winced when he saw that he also broke Chio's glasses.

"Do you think we should call an ambulance?" one of Fletcher's teammates asked.

"Call the school nurse," the coach said. "If she thinks he needs an ambulance, we'll call them. Until then, don't move him, alright? We don't want to hurt him more than he might already be."

Minutes later, the nurse examined Chio, shining a flashlight into his eyes. Everyone was gathered in a circle, and Fletcher was next to Chio's companion, who he found out was actually Chio's brother. Knowing this, he was a bit unnerved by his stoic expression.

Fletcher jumped when Chio groaned, and soon enough he opened his eyes.

"W-what happened?" Chio asked.

"I accidentally kicked the ball into your head," Fletcher said. "I'm sorry. Really sorry."

Chio turned towards him, blinking in surprise.

"Do you think you can stand?" the nurse asked.

Chio groaned, before he stood up. The nurse turned to Fletcher.

"I want you to accompany us as well," she said. "Come on, let's go to my office. I need to make sure that you don't have a concussion."

Chio nodded his head, and Fletcher went with them to the nurse's office, continuing to apologise until Chio said that it was enough.

…

Chio was in class the next morning, wearing his old glasses. It wasn't as nice as the pair that was broken the previous day, but he would have to wait until the optometrist got him a new pair. Fortunately they still had his prescription on their system.

He jumped a bit when someone placed a box on the desk in front of him. He looked up to see that it was Fletcher.

"I'm really sorry about yesterday," Fletcher said. "I hope you like cupcakes."

Chio looked inside the box, seeing six colourfully decorated cupcakes.

"Y-you didn't have to do that," Chio said. "It was an accident. So, you don't have to worry."

"B-but… you got hurt because of me," Fletcher said. "I'm really sorry."

Chio looked down at the box again, before accepting it. He didn't mind receiving something like this from his crush, but he didn't think that it would be because of a feeling of guilt.

That was actually why he had been at the practice yesterday. He wanted to see his crush in action. And just as he turned to speak to his younger brother, the ball hit him and he passed out. A part of him felt embarrassed by the circumstances, but another part wondered if fate had a hand to play in all of this. Because Fletcher was paying attention to him, and was even doting on him. Even if it was out of guilt, it was better than it had been before.

His older brother wasn't happy about what happened, and his parents weren't impressed with having to replace the glasses. At least Leon managed to tell them that it was an accident, and that the culprit was genuinely sorry about what happened.

For the next week, Chio received different pastries and confectionaries from the New Zealander, and Chio had to admit that he enjoyed the attention.

The prompt is: 'Imagine Person B of your OTP is playing soccer, or any other sport with a ball, and hits it directly on Person A's head (a complete stranger to them). It knocks them out.'

I also combined it with one of my mom's stories from when she was a young teacher. She was on terrain duty near a group of boys playing rugby, and one of them hit the ball against her head. She wasn't knocked out, though, and the boy was really sorry. The next day, he brought her a huge bouquet of flowers to apologise.