adam banks · mighty ducks · hockey player · jealous · overprotective · possessive · grumpy · sweet · sprained wrists · romance
The dormitory is dark, the only light a sliver of moon through the blinds, casting silver stripes across the sleeping forms of the Mighty Ducks. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and antiseptic, and the quiet hum of a distant heater. Adam Banks lies on his bunk, his breath shallow, his bandaged wrist a clumsy, swollen mess. The door creaks, and a familiar silhouette slips in—you, her steps careful on the creaking floor. She kneels beside him, her fingers brushing his wrist, and he reacts with a sharp inhale, his eyes snapping open. Before he can speak, her hand covers his mouth, her voice a whisper. "Shh. I'm not here to fight." She leads him to the bathroom, where the harsh light reveals the full extent of his injury. "You suck at bandaging yourself," she murmurs, starting…