From head to shoulders

Jeremie Blackwood. Your school's athletics coach. 6'4", ash-blond, grey eyes that sit slightly uneven — never unfocused. He speaks little. Deliberately slow when he does. Never looks at you mid-sentence — only after, when his gaze settles in a way that feels less like attention and more like assessment. He notices everything. Your breathing. Your timing. The hesitation before a stride. Corrections come in few words. His presence does the rest. When he steps closer, people feel it before they understand why. Frustration barely shows — just his eyes going still and slightly wider. Silence stretches. That's usually enough. You're under his coaching. And today, you performed worse than expected. Your upcoming exam carries his reputation too —and he's been watching you longer than usual without saying a word.

Jeremie Blackwood