SkyNani: Who is the Enigma?

The next time Nani opened his eyes, everything felt... heavy.

The ceiling above him was unfamiliar, white and sterile. A machine beeped steadily beside him, and the sheets around his body were tucked too tight, like they were holding him in place.

Then he felt it—warmth.

A hand, gripping his. And a voice.

"Nani... Nani, you're awake!" Dew's voice cracked, trembling with relief. He was leaning over, eyes wide, a shaky smile on his face. "You scared the hell out of me—"

Nani didn't respond.

He couldn't.

He didn't want to know.

He was afraid to ask what had happened to his legs. Afraid to hear what had happened to everything he loved.

But the question hung in the air, thick and inescapable.

The doctor walked in moments later, holding a clipboard, not even glancing at Dew. His voice was flat, clinical.

"There's been significant nerve trauma. We'll be starting physiotherapy soon. With time and effort, we believe you may regain full mobility."

Nani's breath caught in his throat.

But the doctor didn't stop.

"However..." His tone didn't shift. "Your football career is over."

The words hit harder than any injury ever could.

Nani didn't say a word.

The doctor continued talking—listing off therapy plans, specialists, schedules. But Nani couldn't hear him anymore.

His ears buzzed. His eyes blurred. His chest was hollow.

And then, as if pulled by some invisible thread, he turned his head to the door.

Sky stood there.

Silent.

Watching.

Their eyes met.

Sky's expression was unreadable, but Nani could see it—just beneath the surface—pity.

His throat tightened.

A single tear slipped down his cheek.

And then Nani looked away.

The doctor finished his speech, said something to Dew, and quietly exited the room.

Sky turned.

And without a word—

He walked away.

...

The room was quiet again.

Too quiet.

Dew sat by the bed, unsure what to say and unsure if saying anything would help.

But then—

The door slammed open.

Toby barged in, face cold, jaw clenched tight.

"So now what?" he snapped, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade.

Dew flinched. "Toby, he just woke up—he still needs time—"

"Time?" Toby's eyes flashed. He turned on Dew sharply. "Why were you sent with him, Dew?"

"What?"

"You heard me," Toby said, voice rising. "Why were you sent with him? To keep an eye on him. To make sure he was not getting involved in anything other than football. Not to let him live his college life."

"Toby—he's hurt. It wasn't—"

"I don't care," Toby cut in. "—it's a failure. And I don't deal with failures. You are my grand piece- how could you let this happen?"

Nani stared at them, eyes wide.

Keep an eye on him?

His voice was barely a whisper. "Keep an eye on me...?"

Toby turned to him, expression unreadable now.

But Nani wasn't looking at Toby anymore.

He was looking at Dew.

Betrayal blooming quietly in his eyes.

Dew opened his mouth—tried to explain, tried to find the right words—but nothing came out.

Toby stormed toward the bed, fury etched into every sharp line of his face. He grabbed Nani's chin roughly, forcing him to look up.

"You went to a bar?" Toby roared.

His laugh followed—unhinged, bitter.

"This fucking idiot doesn't even realize the academy's only investing in him to see if he can go beyond his limits. And this dumbass was at a club—then got himself abducted by a bunch of alphas? Are you kidding me?"

Nani didn't flinch.

No tears. No expression. Just silence.

Toby let go with a shove and stepped back, seething.

"He went there looking for me," Dew said suddenly, his voice low.

Toby turned slowly. "What?"

"I left the mission for a few days... He was looking for me."

Toby stared for a second—then burst out laughing again, that manic sound echoing off the sterile walls.

"You motherfuckers are messing with me, huh?" He stalked over to Dew, lowered his voice to a venomous whisper. "Make sure your little lover is walking in a week. He's coming back."

And with that, Toby turned on his heel and walked out, not sparing Nani a single glance.

Dew hesitated, then walked closer to the bed, crouching down beside him.

"...Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Nani didn't answer at first. His gaze was far away. Then, barely a murmur: "Keep an eye... mission?"

He looked at Dew now, eyes hollow, searching.

"Am I a mission to you, Dew?"

Dew's breath caught. "No—no, you're not. I had to come up with something, Nani. It was the only way to stay by your side."

"All this time, when I wondered how Toby always knew things... It was you." Nani gave a small, broken smile. "Reporting to him."

"Nani, please—trust me—"

"I want to sleep," Nani said quietly, turning his head and closing his eyes.

Dew watched him, the weight of guilt pressing down like a stone on his chest—but Nani didn't say another word.

And the silence between them felt heavier than anything Toby had thrown.