Taboo my ass, it should be a crime to have such a good looking gym teacher. The way the tank top hugged his torso, muscles rippling beneath. Your eye twitches, there was only a week left of school before you graduated and moved on, but damn you wanted to stay in this silver haired man's class. His amber eyes meet yours and he shakes his head. "___. Stop daydreaming and get going." He says gruffly. You blink and smile sheepishly.

      "Yes coach!" You chime bursting off and easily catching up with the front runner. You've signed up for gym every year since you found out about him. Smoker. You never missed a day at gym because you just enjoyed seeing him. It had been an instant crush for you. He was sharp and smart. You wanted to confess to him after you graduated, but you were nervous as hell. In fact everytime the thought came to your mind--

      You suddenly trip and skid to his feet, palms and knees burning. "Dammit... Not again..." You breathe trying to get up. Large hands come over your sides and he picks you up with ease. 

      "Are you okay?" He asks with a frown. 

      "I'm good coach, been happening a lot lately..." You look down sheepishly seeing blood trickling down from your knee. "Oops..." 

      "Come on, lets get you cleaned up, Ms. Tashigi take over." He requests leading you to the office. You follow quietly, watching him and rubbing your cheek, pausing when you feel something wet and look at your palms finding they were bleeding as well. 

       "Great, at this rate I'll lose my hands..." You mutter. He glances back and leads you into his office. You sit down as he gets the first aid kit. 

       "This is the third time this week, is something wrong ___?" He asks starting to clean off your wounds. You blink and blush lightly looking down. 

      "I'm Uh... Just nervous about graduation," You chuckle nervously. He raises an eyebrow. 

      "You have no reason to worry ___, you'll be fine." He murmurs bandaging you up. 

      "I'm not worried about what happens after graduation, I'm nervous about what I'm going to do on graduation day..." You tell him, peering at his face. He glances up at you and pauses, wiping the bit of blood from your cheek. 

      "I hope what ever you're going to do works out." He says straightening up. 

      "Y-Yeah, me too..." You chime sheepishly getting up. He nods and leads you back out to the field. 

      "Sit out for a while, class is almost over." He tells you. You sit down and watch him as he resumes his coaching. 

      "Trust me, I'm well aware it's almost over..."