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You're So Reckless

Plo Koon / Reader

literally just wrote this in 1 sitting to distract myself

You had been sent to the 104th Battalion's main base to learn the main ropes of being a General, from Plo Koon himself. You were already on the same rank as Master Plo, yet somehow you still felt as if you had a lot to learn from him.

He was considerably more grounded than you, for you were quite bold and headstrong. It was something you had grown to admire of him. His calm voice and composure, he was the epitome of a Jedi.

You'd just finished some self assigned training, you would always make sure that you were not rusty in any of your skills. It did make you extremely tired though, and as much as you did not want to admit it, you had been a bit lacking in your punching.

You were testing your blows on a punching bag, swinging the bag backwards so you could punch it as it flew towards you. But clearly you had pushed it with too much excitement, it knocked you in your face, surprising you and leading you to the floor. You cheek nicked the harsh, sandy ground. You assumed there was a rock or something, as when you went to touch your face, you felt a stinging cut.

Groaning in irritation, you grabbed your things and decided to call it a day. By the time you had made it halfway to your room, you were stopped by Plo Koon. You would say there was a look of concern on his face, but how the hell are you supposed to be able to tell what that man is thinking?

He clearly caught eye of the cut on your cheek, his gaze stopped and he basically froze.

"It's that bad huh?" You chuckled, you knew it was there but it must have been pretty gross to make Plo Koon freeze. Plo Koon took two steps forward, really getting in your personal space.

He tilted your chin up, getting a better look at your face and the evidence of a mishap. Plo Koon delicately thumbed away the streak of blood by your mouth, saying nothing as he examined it. After a brief pause, your heart skipped a nervous beat. Plo Koon looks you dead in the eyes. His voice is quiet and tense, his anger barely restrained.

"Who did this to you?" His masked voice let out. You couldn't hold back a giggle, thinking he was being a bit dramatic for something you did to yourself.

He gave you a confused look, your shoulders shaking in laughter under him.

"It was an accident, I was training and fell on the ground. Must've been a rock or something." You breathed out.

He wasn't holding your chin anymore, but your face stayed tilted upwards, to look at him.

"You need to be careful. You had me worried." He spoke quietly, just to you. His hand had trailed down to your left shoulder, his large hands easily having a firm grip.

"Let's get you cleaned up, that's going to get infected if you don't." He turned to your side, his arm sliding across your back to rest his hand on your other shoulder, ushering you to the med bay.