This is an OC test. Feel free to change the name of my OC to your name if you want. Like a semi X Reader.
"Left detour!"
I watched Lucio make an immediate swerve to the left, glancing back at the coach.
"Don't look at me, Santos. Right detour, double time it! Make sure you hit that turn!"
He looked ahead of him, making the immediate swerve. He was about to make the left turn when he slipped up and went flying into the wall, hitting his head against the glass and falling backwards onto his bottom.
"Not literally!" His coach yells with a groan.
I heard the rest of his team groan and start murmuring and whispering behind me; I sighed and got up, pushing myself onto the ice to get over to him. "You alright, Santos?"
He sighed and blinked hard a couple of times. "Feel like I just got plowed by Reinhardt."
I smirked at him, chuckling slightly. "Well, he doesn't do it on purpose."
He sighed, blinking really hard.
I helped him sit up and I pulled my tiny flashlight out. "You feel dizzy? Vision blurry?"
"Just a little dizzy, but I'm fine." He says, taking off his helmet and rubbing the back of his head.
"Well... Just to be sure." I held up my flashlight.
He made a face but agreed to it anyway.
I smile at him and click it on. "Okay, just follow the light."
He followed it up and down, but when I went to the left his brown eyes went right.
"Yeah. Maybe you should take a short break." I put the light away and held out my hand.
He took it with a nod and I pulled him back onto his skates. He almost slipped up again but I tightened my grip on his arm, slowly taking him back over to the opened part of the wall.
Coach was talking away with one of the players and he shooed him off when he saw us coming over. "Okay, good. He's up. Get over to that end, you're doing it again." He jotted something on his clipboard.
Lucio sighed and was about to go over to where he started, but I held my grip in his arm. "Actually, Coach, I want him to sit out for a little bit."
Lucio gave me a shocked look, as if no one's ever told him to take a break.
"No. No, no can do. Championship Game's tomorrow. He's my best scorer. I need him on that rink. Get your butt out there." He blew his whistle at him, making him flinch.
Lucio sighed and pushed himself back out to where he had started.
"On my mark..." He blew his whistle and Lucio pushed off, pushing the puck along with the stick.
"Left detour!"
He did that.
"Right detour, double time! Make that turn, Correia!"
I watched him make the right shift, but go too fast and crash into the wall that was on his right.
I winced on the impact and sighed as his coach groaned.
"Come on, Santos!"
I shake my head and skate over to where he was. "That hit was harder than the last one, there, Santos. You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Track's a little beat up, but I'm good." Lucio went to stand up, but almost fell backwards again. I grabbed his arm so he wouldn't hit the ground.
