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for the job fair (super congrats btw!!!!) i was mayhaps thinking about pro-athlete keigo (what kind you can decide based on what u think is hottest) and physical therapist reader ;) keigo keeps getting injured and flirting/distracting reader while they’re working?

mayhaps a very no nonsense reader who just “did you do your stretches😐” everytime he shows up and he’s delusional and flirting with them anyways

i love this event idea soooo much good luck with all the submissions!!! and congrats again 6k!!!!!

hhiihihaiiiihiiiii cartteerererer!!! HEHEH THANK U FOR THIS athlete keigo is ALWAYS. on my mf mind and i just think pro hockey keigo is just so. So SO. yeah.

athlete!keigo // job fair

event m.list

it’s been a busy morning in the office. this season has given you multiple players dealing with the consequences of neglected injuries from past years, making it your job to put together meticulous warm up and recovery routines for them.

your eyes shift towards the sound of the door clicking open. you expect it to be the head coach checking in on the paperwork, but when you swivel around in your chair, you’re met with the captain- long sandy hair pushed back with a wire headband, sweat drenched gray cut off t-shirt, and a limp to match that pout on his face.

you blink at each other for a moment.

“did you need something, takami?”

“i think i pulled something.” he pressed his lips together in a tight line.

you match his expression, nodding towards the treatment table where he quickly hobbled over and comfortably laid flat on his stomach like he’s done dozens of times before.

you cock an eyebrow as his shy smile, “you sure you’re not just here to skip out on your conditioning?” 

“i just lead us through two sets of stadiums and a million passing drills before coach let me come here,” he rolls his eyes, “but you know, i somehow suddenly always feel like a million bucks when i get to see you.”

“cool it, takami,” you groan, “is it your hamstrings again?”

he nods his head in response.

“what’d you do before practice?”

you move over to him, pressing your thumbs into the back of his thighs and feeling around for the tightness.

there’s some sort of satisfaction in hearing the hiss of air exiting through his clenched teeth as you dig into his muscles. you can’t help yourself from smiling at the image of his cheek pressed against the table, eyes shut tight, and knuckles clenched white from the pain.

“had lunch with the boys,” he squeaks out, “ran through some old matches, saved a kitten from a tree, helped an old lady across the street…”

your eyes flicker up to meet his. you resisted the eye roll once you’re met with a cheeky grin and a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

“and stretched?” you deadpan, “like i told you to?”

his smile falters.

“well-” he begins.

“idiot,” you cut him off, “are you trying to ruin your career?”

his cheeks deepen in color as he tries to stammer out the right words.

“no, but-”

“on the floor, takami. on your back.” you instruct, stepping away from the table.

keigo slides off the table and squats down onto his back. he looks up at you with a wobbly smile as he slides his hands behind his head, enjoying the view from the floor.

you bring his leg up against your body, gripping his shin for support as you slowly lean into it, giving his hamstrings the time to adjust to the stretch.

“jesus fuck,” he winces, hands flying to grab the back of his thigh for support.

“that’s what happens when you don’t stretch. especially on conditioning day.” you press further, stepping up his side for leverage. “you should know better.”

“no complaints here, babe,” he hisses, “but fuck, take a guy to dinner first before you have him in a position like this.”

you feel heat crawl up your neck as he looks up at you with a pained smirk.

“take me to dinner for wasting my time to stretch you.”

his eyes beam and his leg stiffens against you, making you turn your attention towards him.

“it’s a date then. no take backs.” he quips. “tonight or whenever you’re free.”

you blink at him. surely your face had gone red at this point.

“maybe," you mutter, "only to remind you how to properly warm up though. nothing more.”

“a warm up is exactly while i’ll need.”