The coach and the team's physiologist prod at Osamu's back, tenderly feeling around the bruising and giving him an interrogation as to how he got it. Osamu confesses to a fall in the home ec room that morning, after an embarrassing slip. Goda is tight lipped as he insists that Osamu cannot be allowed to play on this for at least a week, and possibly longer.
"Will be back in time for Nationals?" Kurosu asks.
"I would say it's likely, as long as he takes his rest seriously. But the Youth Training Camp may be off the table."
Osamu bites his lip on a curse, mostly because cursing in front of Kita is worse than cursing in front of God.
Goda wraps a bandage around Osamu's torso, and sends him home with strict instructions for rest and recuperation. Then the adults go down to head up practice, leaving Osamu alone with Kita.
"God... I really blew it," Osamu mumbles, looking down at his feet in his shame and frustration.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2022-11-26 04:31 pm (UTC)"Will be back in time for Nationals?" Kurosu asks.
"I would say it's likely, as long as he takes his rest seriously. But the Youth Training Camp may be off the table."
Osamu bites his lip on a curse, mostly because cursing in front of Kita is worse than cursing in front of God.
Goda wraps a bandage around Osamu's torso, and sends him home with strict instructions for rest and recuperation. Then the adults go down to head up practice, leaving Osamu alone with Kita.
"God... I really blew it," Osamu mumbles, looking down at his feet in his shame and frustration.