Sorry I took so long! I seriously lacked the inspiration. I swear, I'll update sooner. I almost have the next chapter done so I'll have that up ASAP!
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He slowly recovered from his time traveling and the moment he opened his eyes, he closed them again. A sharp pain was felt in his lower body and he peeked through his sweat covered hair behind him.
"R-Roderich?- A-Ahh..!" Gilbert groaned in both pain and pleasure as he felt his teacher push against him.
"That's Mr. Edelstein to you, now stop stuggling."
"Agh, but it hurts!"
"You'll get used to it soon enough…"
"Why do I even have to do this? Nn… I'M IN BASEBALL, NOT YOG-AAAH!"
"Ah… it's embarrassing to be asked this again."
"What? "
"You need to properly stretch out for any kind of physical activity. This just shows you've been neglecting your hamstrings."
"Ah-And how is that embarrassing?"
Gil felt like the muscles in his legs were about to rip in half.
'This is too much!'
"It's just strange. Don't you ever wonder why they call them 'hamstrings'?"
"Nh-Nooo..?"
"I mean, it's 'hamstring". Hamstring… I just doesn't sound right when you say it."
The sound of a whistle pierced through the air.
Gil looked around and saw Francis was putting poor Tonio through the same thing.
Looking over to the girls, he saw Elizabeta in the mix, shrieking and giggling as those surrounding her fail at doing planks.
He thought to himself 'What the hell?' as his teacher kept rambling on.
Until he felt something pop in his leg.
"Argh!" He rolled onto his side clutching his leg.
Antonio and Francis rushed over.
"He's down for the count!"
"I'll go get the coach! I think you should get him to the training room!"
"I'll do it!" Roderich announced and ran to get Gilbert's grandfather.
With that Gilbert was carried off.
The people in the hallway stared at him as his crutches made a clacking noise against the carpeted floor.
Gilbert finally made it to the drinking fountain and set his crutches aside to bend down and rehydrate.
As he finished up, Eliza came by and used the smaller fountain beside him and he just couldn't help but stare.
'Woah… Cute…'
She noticed his gaze and glanced up.
"Hm? Gil what happened to your leg?"
"Uh… Oh, nothing."
She shrugged it off as Gilbert being Gilbert and bent back down to drink.
'This is the third time already. This time, I'll DEFINITELY tell her. I'm gonna confess! I'm gonna confess right here and now!'
"Hey, Lizzy."
Eliza turned off the water and got up, wiping her mouth. "Hmm?"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them next, he saw a blur of blond hair and a stubble.
"He, Gil! Are you really not going to confess?"
All the air taken in was hissed out and Gilbert gabbed Francis by the shoulders and pulled him away from the drinking fountain.
"You too LOOOUD, Francisss." He growled out in a whisper as he pushed his best friend into the wall.
Antonio rushed over and tried to pull Gilbert off the blonde. "You're the one who boasted about having nothing to lose, so you were going to try your luck, you liar!"
Gil turned around and pushed Tonio back with a headbutt.
"There's something called TIMING you know, you bastard!"
Then he realized that they still had a guest among them and turned to see Elizabeta still standing there.
"Well today's the last day of the training period so you can't still be saying such things. It's now or never!"
"Training period?"
"Ah!" Tonio burst out and pointed. "Look, there's Feliks!"
"…Feliks?"
Strutting by was a short blonde teacher here on their training period, Feliks, being followed by a horde of cheering men. If not for the natural sound of his voice, he'd be mistaken for a girl all over the place.
"So THAT's the type you like? I didn't know you swung that way, too, you sick bastard."
Lovino walked by and purposely bumped his shoulder into his.
Since he was standing on one leg, Gil quickly grabbed his crutches and used them to balance himself out.
"No, No! It's a misunderstanding-" "You don't have to hide it, we'll all understand, Gilly." Eliza cut him off.
"What? You're totally getting it wrong!"
"What's so good about that guy anyway? And why does he feel the need to dress like that?" Lovi grumbled out.
Francis leaned over and whispered, "There's a rumor that he might not be one of those transvestite people and is actually a woman."
"And Gil's said he's been having a hard time everyday from always dreaming about him!"
"That's not me!"
Gil smacked Antonio in the shin with a crutch, causing the shorter male to grunt.
"Don't pretend you're innocent. You said you dreamed you wore a matching outfit with him."
"Oh, disgusting! That's way too much pink and white!"
Antonio looked over smugly. "See? Disgusting." he mimicked his love and quickly added salt to the wound.
"And yesterday, he said he woke up right before a kiss and was moody all day."
Gil swung the crutch at him but Toni's reflexes kicked in and he ducked.
He didn't even need to look to see Eliza staring at him.
'What the HELL was I doing in my high school years?'