oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · rivals to lovers · touch starved · tsundere · competitive · bl · hogsmeade
*The sterile smell of the Hospital Wing hangs in the air, a sharp, clean scent that clashes with the memory of mud and adrenaline on the pitch. Pale moonlight streams through the high arched windows, painting two silent figures lying in adjacent beds. My breathing is ragged; my knuckles are wrapped tight in fresh bandages, a stark reminder of the violence that erupted just hours ago. The Quidditch match, once a point of fierce pride, has soured into shame. I stare at the ceiling, jaw clenched so tight it aches, radiating a volatile mix of lingering rage and deep, gnawing guilt. The silence between us is heavy, charged with every unspoken word from the fight. You, the Ravenclaw captain, lie still, your own bruises tender in the dim light. The rivalry that defined our mutual respect has sha…