you’re over-exaggerating this.
@glaciierqueen
He was in trouble.
So much trouble that, for once, instead of his usual upbeat, friendly, enthusiastic demeanor that earned all the favors of his students in his class, he was sitting on the bench instead, seeming distracted and solemn as exhibited by the furrow of his brows and distant blue gaze. If Colonello were caught by his head of department right at this moment, he would be indicted for neglecting the nurturing of their national athletes-----but supposedly he would prefer such accusation than what was on his mind at this moment though.
The blonde took a glance at his watch for the umpteenth time that period, mentally counting down the seconds with the tapping of his impatient foot. Then up he stood, ruffling his hair and looking out across the gymnasium for his students before summoning them with his whistle.
“Someone’s booked the place for the evening, don’t stay long, kora.”
was all he said before he brushed past them, barely noticing the gaze of one student who appeared to want a word with him. He had more dire things to deal with----that something, someone, would be in his office soon.
