He Shouldn't Have Been Standing There Gif 소설 & 이야기

▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ Chapter 25: Again ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ At the front, their teacher wore an irritating face. His problems were stuck and these students. The students didn't look at him like he was nothing in the front! [Prof. Jonathan] : Stand up!!! He shouted. [Silenced] Instantly, the students stood up. That call made their scalp stand.

“But today, you don’t have to.” I couldn’t help laughing. “People will think you’re crazy.” “That’s their problem.” I laughed harder. “You really don’t care what people think, do you?” He shook his head. “Not particularly.” I hesitated for another second before carefully climbing onto his back. He stood up effortlessly. I let out a surprised laugh as my arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders to steady myself. “This is embarrassing.” “For you.” “For both of us.” “I disagree.” He adjusted his hold slight

I was wrapping my hands after the morning sparring block when he appeared beside me. He didn't announce himself. He simply stood there, close enough to be in my space but not quite close enough to demand a reaction, and looked out at the field with his hands in his pockets and a small easy smile on his face like we were continuing a conversation we had already started somewhere else. "You drop your right shoulder," he said pleasantly. "Just before you commit to a redirect. It's very small. Most people here won't catch it." I kept wrapping. "Most people."

“What?” “You hate him,” he continued. “You want to break him.” My pulse ticked up instantly. “Use that.” He bent his knees slightly, stance steady, hands open like he was ready to block. I blinked. “Wait.” I looked down at the stick on the ground. “You’re not using that?” “No.” “You can stand without it?” He didn’t answer, he just stood there, and he wasn't hunched. Something in my chest twisted. “Hold on,” I said slowly. “You’re not actually—”

Then I looked down the course and saw him. Garrett, in full patrol gear, red jacket stark against the white, standing at the midway checkpoint where he had no business being. Our eyes met across the distance. He didn’t smile, didn’t wave, just nodded once, slow and certain. That nod was enough. I dropped in.

Him seeing me trying to hold my fart in was not a good look. He looked at me concerned. Oh Trust me, it's not what you think. I wanted to say that but then I'd be giving myself away before he found out. "Are you okay? Do you need a hospital?" He asked. Ugh I didn't need a goddamn hospital. I stood up slowly squeezing all the air in managing a smile on my face. I hoped he didn't notice. "I'd be right back." He nodded and go back to his phone. Great. He didn't mind.

I straightened my back and squared my shoulders before I started heading for the club door. I stopped in my track when I got there and I saw someone familiar standing right outside the door. He stood there with a hard and yet blank expression on his face and he was staring straight ahead without shaking. I blinked at him and tried to clear my vision just in case I have started seeing things but when I opened my eyes again, he was still standing there in the same position.

Still stupefied by my action, I remained still for a while before taking my seat. “Young man why did you sit down?” Asked the announcer. I didn't give any reply, rather I made eye contact with my mom and then raised my eyebrows which indicates: Should I stand up? But my mom replied by shaking her head which indicates: No! don't stand up. “Young man are you shy? Come on standup,” the announcer added calmly. I kept still, staring at my mom again, I swiped my eyebrows up; but yet, she gave me the No! reply by shaking her head. Suddenly she sprang to her feet and said,

Here we collapse on the gravel in front of the stage. “I was not about to attack you over there. I was trying to tell you to stand still so I could make sure we were alone. As usual, I'll run after you when I want to talk to you, huh ? ” He tries to laugh, but it ends in a cough. “Ssh, it will all be okay. Just sit still, okay ?" He meets my gaze. Though his eyes gleam with pain, they shine with something I had never thought I should see again.

As I stood there in the dressing room, a mix of emotions flooded through me. The words he whispered, "Don't injure yourself and ruin your skin yet. You can do that after the function," echoed in my mind. His voice was luring, gentle, but there was a subtle hint of amusement dancing on his lips. It infuriated me to think that he only cared about his own reputation, not my well-being.