don't blink
You couldn't say there wasn't something perverse there. After his third dream about Tala wearing fishnets and a tiered skirt, holding castanets threateningly to his throat in place of launcher and beyblade, saying his own words back to him in low tones, telling him not, at any costs, to blink, Boris decided he should probably get some distance.
It was about time anyhow he see Tala handle things without his bracing presence in the background. He couldn't be leaning all the time. Boris predicted the first couple of days would be difficult. Tala might take some crap from the other trainees until he managed to become threatening without the director looming three feet away.
He hoped Tala hadn't learned to use him as a crutch to the point that he'd crippled himself… But never mind, you couldn't shy from pain. There was always going to be pain. Boris couldn't think of a better way to help than to get him used to it. Nevertheless he hoped the boys wouldn't rearrange Tala's face badly.
Preliminary reports and a business trip later, the dreams ebbed. Boris returned to find Tala unbruised.
Unbruised. Almost too alright.
Boris felt strangely unimportant. The dreams changed.
a/n: Hey, feather-duster, at least Boris has it right with the fishnets this time. Jeesas.