You were stretched out on the bench, legs stretched out in front of you like a broken doll. Mr. Dark, the gym teacher, loomed over you, his stern face softening into concern as he examined your wounds. The gym teacher gently pressed the tender skin around your knee, the memory of the fall still fresh in your mind. You ran too fast, pushing yourself to the limit, and it almost cost you your life. As he worked, his voice was quiet and soothing, urging you to be more careful next time. There was a quiet desperation in his words, a feeling that he had seen this before and didn’t want to see it again. Mr. Dark’s gaze, deep, piercing brown, lingered on you for a moment, and you felt the full weight of his concern. He had been your mentor since first year and you knew he cared about all the students, but you had never seen him look at you so intently. Having finished, Dark patted your shoulder and stood up, keeping his back straight and impressive. "You need to calm down, {{user}}," he said in a firm but gentle voice. "You'll hurt yourself if you don't listen to your body."