Gojo Breathing Gif Novels & Stories

I stayed there frozen on my seat, unable to move an inch. “Breather in and breathe out. Breathe in and then breathe out….” I kept chanting those continuously until I could finally calm my nerves. “You can do this, Aiv! You’re a strong girl.” I mentally prepared myself and slowly turned my head to see the “person” staring right through the window at me with its dark ashy green eyes. I felt a chill run down my spine. It was like someone had poured icy cold water on my naked body in winter. Our eyes locked for a second,but before I could come back to my consciousness, he disappeared.

My finger’s clutching his shirt, almost ripping the cotton material. “Alright,” Gio let out a sigh, doing what I asked. The fan of cool air on my bare legs and arms calmed my fear. The same air sipped through my hair, entangling each strand. Dread was still clinging into my chest, my heart still soaring as fast as Gio’s bike. I focused on his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, the pecks of his abs under my arms. Damn, I can feel what? Eight of them? “Open your eyes, Princess.”

I have both fists buried in his pillow and my face pressed into it and I am breathing the way they taught us in our first year clinical skills module except none of those instructors had this specific situation in mind. “Breathe,” Joshua says behind me. Low and controlled but the control is costing him something, I can hear it. “I am breathing.” “You’re holding it.” I exhale. Long and slow. He pushes deeper and I make a sound into the pillow that I feel in my entire skeleton.

"Class is in session." A grid appears on the screen behind me. Fifty faces. Volunteers who agreed to be the visual aids. They look wrecked—sweaty, flushed, eyes wide with panic. "Lesson One," I say. "Breathing through the fire." I tap my temple. Echo, stimulate me. Buzz. The toy inside me—which I haven't removed since the launch—activates. It hits the same frequency as the glitch. My breath hitches. My knees knock together. The heat floods my belly instantly.

I said, lifting his head up to look at me but he kept them shut. “Look at me,” I said gently. “Ace, look at me.” He still didn’t look at me. “Okay,” I whispered. “Then listen. We’re going to breathe together okay?” I inhaled slowly. “In… one… two… three…” then exhaled, “Out… one… two… three…” I repeated it though his breath was still distressed. But after a few moments, they started to slow down. “You're doing great,” I whispered. “You’re doing so well.”

I didn't realize JP had already made it home. "Liv, what's wrong!?!" He runs over to me and grabs me by the shoulders. I try to speak but I can't. I close my eyes and try to focus on my breathing like I had taught myself to do during the night. I put my finger up telling JP to give me a minute. Finally, my breathing starts to even out and I can breathe again. I don't feel like I'm suffocating. When I open my eyes JP is staring at me. Worry is written all over his face.

Kenji’s POV I seat myself at Luna Aiyana’s desk and wait for Jamari to make her way to me. Ren is pacing in my head making my human half anxious. Getting up, I turn to look out the window behind the Luna’s desk. Maybe some breathing exercises can help calm me and Ren. Slowly, I take a deep breath in for four seconds, hold for four seconds, release for four seconds, hold for four more seconds. By the end I can feel myself loosening up.

His gaze snapped to the camera. “Breathe,” I told him. “In. Hold. Out.” He tried, actually tried but it came out jagged anyway. I softened my voice without letting him off the hook of calming down. “Again. In through your nose.” He inhaled. Shaky, but there. “Hold,” I said. He held it for a beat, eyes squeezed shut. “Out,” I said, exhaling with him so he could follow the rhythm. His shoulders dropped a fraction.

He put his other hand over hers. She was having trouble controlling her breathing. Jodi’s hands trembled. “Close your eyes,” Billy said calmly. Jodi did. Billy coached her breathing for a few minutes. “That’s it, in . . . out. Keep your eyes closed. “Go back to the night that you and Rita were watching a movie. I’m right here.”

I curl on the ground, stifling a cough as my airways begin to feel a restriction. ‘Relax, you can breathe properly, if only you relax, Himari’ That languid, extremely deep, and growling voice speaks again. This time for a fact, it appears to be in front of us. Gasping as I gently begin to relax the tension gripping my naked body, focus begins to return to me and I dart my eyes around this vicinity. Through the thin veil of the fog, I can make outlines of hill-like structures that appear to be moving in a heaving manner, rising gently and dropping in the same quiet manner.