"(Y/n)-san!!" The three of them cried out in unison, lightly jostling (y/n) in an attempt to rouse her. Worry washed over the group as (y/n) barely reacted to their touch. The only response they received was a low groan, and she shifted slightly, indicating that she was somewhat aware.

"Noya, Tora," Tanaka began, his voice laced with urgency. "You run back to the convenience store and tell the owner what happened. Call Coach Ukai too. Also, get some ice ready. I'll carry her back and meet you there."

Nodding their heads, Nishinoya and Yamamoto swiftly rushed back to the store, leaving Tanaka with a terrified puppy and (y/n) still not fully conscious.

"Damn!" Tanaka cursed under his breath, his eyes filled with concern. "Come on, (y/n), please wake up!"

He gently checked (y/n) over, making sure she was still breathing and assessing the extent of her injuries. Relief washed over him as she slowly opened her eyes, albeit groaning in pain. (Y/n) attempted to sit up, but a sharp yelp escaped her lips when she tried to move her injured leg.

Kenta, sensing her discomfort, barked happily and showered (y/n) with slobbery kisses, his tail wagging vigorously. She mustered a weak smile, grateful for the furry companion's unwavering support.

Before (y/n) could make another attempt to move, Tanaka pulled her into a tight hug, burying his face in her (h/c) hair. He whispered, his voice filled with relief, "Thank goodness you're alright. We saw you lying here, and you weren't moving. Noya and Tora went to the convenience store. Here, get on my back, and I'll carry you there."

Still feeling dazed, (y/n) cautiously allowed Tanaka to piggyback her, resting her head on his shoulder. As they made their way towards the store, she could sense the stress radiating from Tanaka. Tightening her grip on his shirt, she nuzzled her face into his shoulder, finding solace in his comforting scent.

Each breath she took, filled with his familiar aroma, helped to calm her racing heart. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest against her cheek acted as a soothing lullaby, easing her into a calmer state. Once she felt a little better, (y/n) wrapped her arms tighter around Tanaka's shoulders, trying to convey her gratitude through the embrace.

"I'm sorry for worrying you and the others, Tanaka-senpai," (y/n) spoke softly, her voice tinged with sincerity.

"Don't be sorry," Tanaka responded, his voice gentle yet resolute. "It's not your fault that asshole ran a red light. I'm just glad you're okay. I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't woken up."

Sensing the lingering fear in his voice, (y/n) mustered the courage to place a small kiss on Tanaka's cheek, hoping to provide some comfort. The second-year tensed at her unexpected gesture, a flurry of incoherent stutters escaping his lips. Giggling at his adorable reaction, (y/n) relaxed even more, determined to alleviate the tension that enveloped them.

"You know, you're kind of like a knight right now, Tanaka-senpai," (y/n) playfully remarked. "I hate to admit it, but I've officially become the damsel in distress, and you came to my aid like the knight in shining armor. Although, just saying, my leg really hurts right now, and I have no intention of acting like a lady about it."

Her words broke through Tanaka's initial embarrassment, and he burst into laughter, shaking his head at (y/n)'s teasing. As they approached the store, they saw Nishinoya and Yamamoto eagerly waving them down. Once inside the convenience store, Nishinoya and Yamamoto immediately surrounded (y/n), their concern evident in their furrowed brows and hurried movements. Tanaka carefully carried her to a quieter area, where they could assess her injuries more thoroughly and provide the necessary first aid.

"Saeko-nee is on her way, Ryuu," Nishinoya explained, his voice filled with reassurance. "She's going to take the three of us back to the school. Coach and Suga are following, and they'll take (y/n)-san to the hospital."

Tanaka nodded in understanding, his gaze unwavering as he observed the store owner meticulously clean (y/n)'s scraped knee. The sting of the antiseptic caused her to hiss in pain, her lips forming a grimace. Yet, she remained resolute, enduring the discomfort for the sake of her well-being. The owner skillfully bandaged the wound, ensuring that it was properly protected.

Next, he turned his attention to (y/n)'s forehead, gently examining the gash that marred her skin. His experienced eyes narrowed slightly, indicating the need for further medical attention.

"I think you might need stitches, dear," the older man stated, his tone compassionate yet matter-of-fact.

The mere mention of stitches sent a shiver down (y/n)'s spine, and a determined scowl formed on her face. "Oh. Hell. No," she replied firmly, her voice laced with defiance.

A collective chuckle escaped the lips of Nishinoya, Yamamoto, and Tanaka, finding (y/n)'s reaction to the prospect of stitches rather amusing. They couldn't help but be entertained by her fiery spirit, even in the face of potential discomfort.

Just as the atmosphere began to ease, the jingling of the front door caught their attention. Keishin, Tanaka's older brother, stormed into the store, his eyes widening in shock and concern as he took in (y/n)'s condition. His normally composed demeanor shattered, replaced by an outburst of worry and anger.

"What the hell happened, Jinx?!" he shrieked, his voice filled with a mix of fear and frustration.

Caught off guard by her brother's reaction, (y/n) nervously spoke up, her voice tinged with unease. "So... Funny story?"

The disbelief in Keishin's eyes quickly transformed into a fiery rage. "Funny story? Funny story?!!" he roared, his voice reverberating through the store, drawing the attention of both customers and staff.

Keishin's frantic pacing back and forth in front of (y/n) and her three friends created an atmosphere charged with anxiety and tension. The group exchanged nervous glances, their words caught in their throats as they witnessed the raw display of emotions from (y/n)'s brother. They understood his worry and anger, yet they also feared pushing him further over the edge.

Saeko, the embodiment of grace under pressure, moved with purpose towards (y/n), providing a reassuring presence amidst the chaos. She gently placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a silent comfort that spoke volumes. As she checked on (y/n)'s physical and mental well-being, her eyes burned with a quiet rage, reserved for the irresponsible driver who had caused harm to (y/n).

Keishin's emotions were a swirling mix of concern, anger, and fear. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, as he struggled to rein in his temper. The sight of (y/n) injured and in pain shattered his composure, igniting a primal urge to seek justice for her. Every fiber of his being yearned to confront the person responsible, to make them pay for the pain they had inflicted.

"I swear, when I get my hands on that bastard," Keishin's voice trembled with suppressed rage, his eyes flashing with determination. "I'm going to make them regret the day they ever thought they could harm my sister. Did any of you manage to catch the license plate number?"

The three teens flinched at the intensity of (y/n)'s brother's outburst. They nervously shook their heads, explaining that the person had been driving recklessly and sped away so quickly that they were left with no time to note the license plate number. Understanding the situation, Keishin's anger momentarily subsided, replaced by a resolute determination to ensure (y/n)'s well-being.

Returning his attention to (y/n), Keishin took on a more composed demeanor as he carefully examined her, ensuring that she was physically capable of accompanying him. Concern etched his features as his gaze lingered on the cut on her head, a visible reminder of the dangers she had faced.

"Alright," Keishin addressed the three second-years, his voice firm yet compassionate. "You three go back with Saeko. She has her van here and will report to Nekomata what happened. Take Kenta with you too; the poor pup is too stressed and needs some rest. Naoi lent me his car, so I'll take Jinx. Suga and I will take her to the hospital. I don't like the look of that cut on her head."

"Yes, Coach!" The three second-years choked out, their voices filled with a mix of obedience and concern.

Keishin offered a reassuring nod, his gaze softening as he addressed the boys. "Don't blame yourselves," he said, his voice filled with understanding. "I'm not mad at you. You asked for permission before you left, and we agreed on it. The only one to blame is that bastard who decided to run a red light."

The second-years nodded in unison, a weight lifted off their shoulders as they absorbed Keishin's words. One by one, they approached (y/n) for a final hug, their embrace filled with a mixture of affection and unspoken promises of protection.

Outside the convenience store, Saeko waited with her van, her face a mask of determination as she prepared to relay the events to their coach, Nekomata. The group of second-years reluctantly left (y/n)'s side, their hearts heavy with worry, yet confident that she was in capable hands.

Keishin let out a sigh of gratitude as he turned to the store owner, expressing his heartfelt thanks for the assistance provided. With a nod of acknowledgement from the older man, Keishin refocused his attention on (y/n), his protective instincts kicking into overdrive.

Carefully, he lifted her in his arms, mindful of her injuries, and winced as she let out a pained yelp. His heart sank at the sound, fueling his determination to get her the help she needed. With steady strides, he carried her towards the waiting car where Sugawara had been attempting to maintain his composure.

Sugawara had been anxiously pacing back and forth, desperately trying to calm his initial panic and shock upon hearing about (y/n)'s accident. He knew he needed to remain composed in order to support her through this ordeal. However, the moment he laid eyes on her, all his worries melted away, replaced by a deep sense of care and protectiveness. Opening the car door, he assisted Keishin in settling (y/n) inside, making sure she was as comfortable as possible. Once satisfied, he turned his attention to her, his chest tightening with concern.

Her ankle appeared swollen, the hues of blue and purple on her skin serving as a painful reminder of the impact. Her skinned knee and other minor cuts added to the marks that adorned her delicate skin. But it was the sight of the gash on her forehead that truly crushed Sugawara's heart.

Sensing his distress, Keishin spoke up, breaking the silence in the car. "Suga, you stay in the back with Jinx, alright?" he said, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and authority. "Keep an eye on her. She's awake but stopped talking a while ago due to the pain. Tanaka mentioned she took a hard hit to her head. Make sure she's okay while we drive."

"Of course!" Sugawara responded without hesitation, his voice laced with unwavering support.

As the vehicle roared to life, they embarked on their journey to the hospital. (Y/n) remained relatively quiet, the discomfort from her ankle and head injury casting a shadow over her usual vibrant spirit. Throughout the ride, Sugawara gently ran his fingers through her hair, a soothing gesture meant to alleviate her pain. Whenever small whimpers escaped her lips, he would lean in closer, whispering reassuring words into her ear, attempting to pacify her. Meanwhile, his other hand absentmindedly traced calming patterns on her back, providing a sense of solace amidst the lingering agony.

The combination of Sugawara's comforting touch and his soothing words gradually eased (y/n)'s unease, despite the persistent pain she endured. His presence offered her a sense of security, a reminder that she was not alone in this challenging moment. And as the car glided through the streets towards the hospital, (y/n) found solace in his unwavering care, trusting that brighter days would eventually emerge from the darkness that enveloped them.