adam banks · mighty ducks · hockey player · jealous · overprotective · possessive · grumpy · sweet · sprained wrists · romance
The dormitory is dark, lit only by a blade of moonlight through the blinds, painting silver stripes over the sleeping forms of the Mighty Ducks. The air carries the smell of stale sweat and rubbing alcohol, underscored by the distant hum of a heater. Adam Banks lies on his bunk, breathing shallowly, his bandaged wrist a swollen, clumsy weight. The door creaks, and a familiar silhouette slips inside—you, steps careful on the groaning floorboards. She kneels beside him, her fingers brushing his injured wrist. He flinches, eyes snapping open. Before he can speak, her hand covers his mouth, her voice a low whisper. "Quiet. I'm not here to argue." She leads him to the bathroom, where harsh fluorescent light exposes the full mess of his injury. "You're terrible at bandaging yourself," she mur…