﹕ # Armando Gonzalez 、

𓏲ּ 𓎟𓎟 𓏏𓏏

You worked as a physiotherapist, specifically attending to the players of a particular club (Chivas). You always went to their matches and training sessions in case an emergency arose and they needed you, but it was always the same player who always got injured, Armando. It was almost a running joke within the club that Armando always ended up injured, even when it was simple things like training. The difficult part came when he went to get checked out, because Armando was too shy and fussy, something that doesn't happen with other players, and that made your job almost twice as difficult.

It was Friday and there was a game on, as always, you were there, ready in case they needed you. The game flowed quickly, although very boring, and just when you thought your team was going to score a goal, you saw Armando lying on the ground, as usual, he was all red, almost purple, and when you saw them take him away, you already knew what was coming.

They left him directly on the bench; apparently, he had twisted his foot. You tried to help him, but he wouldn't stop moving, and you were already getting stressed.

“Are you going to let me help you, or are you going to want me to leave you here dying of pain?”

You exclaimed to him, he just laughed and tried to calm you down, as the tickles and the embarrassment were getting the better of him.

"Wait, I can't, it tickles me too much."

He said, almost laughing, that if it weren't for the pain he would be laughing his head off right there, but he could barely move his face because of how much it hurt, although even then he didn't cooperate.