Gojo Breathing Gif Novels & Stories

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

His eyes were wild, unfocused, his body shaking like a leaf in a storm. “She needs us to be calm, do you understand?” I asked. “Inhale slowly…” I breathe in, hoping he’ll mimic my movements. He didn’t at first, but after a moment of me breathing in deeply, he finally relented, and his movements matched mine. I let my shoulders sag in relief. “And out…” I say as I breathe out slowly. Tomas also breathes out, and I could feel his body relaxing slightly; there was still a tremble, but it wasn’t as bad as it was before.

The images cling to the corners of my vision refusing to fade. The air feels thick, pressing down on me, choking me as if it wasn’t quite real, hands trembling uncontrollably. “Breathe Tish, inhale, hold exhale.” I hear Kim’s gentle voice guiding me. My breaths come shallow, jagged at first, like I am learning to breathe again slowly. I loosen my grip on the mattress, willing my pulse to slow down. Eyes closed, I breathe in the faint scent of rain filtering through the small cracked window, mixing with the stale air of the room. “Breathe in and out.”

“What are you doing? Breathe!” “I—I—I can’t…” I push out in a shaky voice, my heart feeling like it is being rolled. He tilts his head, shaking it. “Of course you can. Don’t talk to me. Breathe.” Grabbing my chin, he lets go of me to make an upwards motion with his other hand as I watch him, captive of his hold and with glassy eyes. I follow his movements before I inhale and exhale slowly, not tearing my eyes off his.

Slowly, deliberately, I inhaled and exhaled, hoping he would mimic me. At first, there was no response. His gaze remained distant, and his chest rose and fell erratically. But I didn’t stop. “You’re doing great,” I encouraged, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Just keep trying.” Gradually, almost imperceptibly at first, his breathing began to shift. The quick, shallow gasps slowed, becoming more measured as he started to match my rhythm. I continued to guide him, keeping my tone soft and consistent. “In through your nose,” I repeated gently, drawing in a long breath. “Out through your mouth.”

Jo’s breath ratcheted high and thin, fogging her mask—claustrophobia chewing her calm to ribbons. “Jo, you good?” Tim barked. Her breaths went faster, faster—count breaking. “Gabe—we’re coming up!” Tim snapped. “She’s hyperventilating!” “Which side?” Gabe was already unclipping. “Port. Buddy system now. Weight belt off.” The belt thumped the reef and puffed silt. Tim routed Jo to his secondary, tucked her in, and kicked hard. Bubbles roared. Gabe hit the water and met them, hauling as Andrew grabbed Jo’s BC straps and heaved.

Safe. "Breathe with me," Aiden said. "In through your nose. Slow. One, two, three." Grace tried. Failed. Gasped. "That's okay. Try again. In through your nose. I'll do it with you." He breathed in slowly. Grace watched his chest rise. She tried to copy him. A small breath in. "Good. Now out through your mouth. Slow. One, two, three, four." Grace breathed out. Shaky. But she did it.

This most wonderful kiss seemed way too short for me. As I slowly opened my eyes, I looked into his. He still had his hands on my neck and was stroking me with his thumb again. He kissed my forehead and I noticed that he had to breathe quite a bit. He pressed his forehead to mine and smiled so I could throw myself around his neck again. How can you smile so damn cute and look so good? "...what are you doing to me...fucking shit...Joey,...I gotta tell you something..." His breathing was still fast and matching mine. I waited anxiously what would come next.

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

“Fine. Show me.” Kai moved behind me, his chest brushing my back. His hands settled lightly on my shoulders. “Breathe in slow through your nose… deep into your belly. Hold it. Then let it out even slower through your mouth. Like this.” He demonstrated, his breath warm against my ear. “Try it.” I closed my eyes and copied him. In… hold… out. It felt weird at first, but his voice stayed steady and kind. “Good. Again. Longer hold this time. You’re doing great.”