Alice Academia: Track + Field

After stretching and warming up a bit more, Adam walked over to a girl sitting near the track and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm the new middle school teacher, Mr. Xureb." He said, doing his best to be friendly but, in reality, he came off as being totally serious.  
His t-shirt was extra big on him, as if he'd purposefully chose a size much too large.  The sleeves went all the way down to his elbows.  He had a good reason for this though.  He was trying to hide his tattoos, though a little bit was showing on his left arm.  
Nana starred as the guy walk towards her and introduced himself . 'A new teacher ? No wonder I never seen him before'. She nodded her head a bit, showing a little respect before she introduced herself "Hey, I'm Oikawa Nana, you can call me whatever you want . I'm a high school student. Nice to meet you, Mr.Xureb" Her tone was as cold as ever, making people think she has no slight interest in whatever they talking about.
Adam wasn't expecting her tone to be as cold as his was.  It was almost a relief to meet someone who shared that trait with him.  Almost everyone had been so warm and peppy.  But not Nana.  
He began taking off his watch.  
"I was wondering if you wouldn't mind timing me as I run the hurdles." He explained.
She was dumbfounded when the teacher ask her help, "Umm , sure ... ?" She reached out her hand, waiting for him to give the watch to her . "How many laps are you going for ?" She asked him still with the same tone .
That question mark on the end of her sentence made Adam internally cringe.  She probably thought he was some massive weirdo.  
He handed her the watch and looked back at the track.
"Five." He decided.
"Five? Are you sure?" She stared at the older man with slightly confusion expression but still maintained the poker face .
Adam looked back down at her, raising his brows slightly.
"You don't think I can do it?" He asked.
"Do you think an old man like you can handle it?" She answered him back with a question and wore the same expression as he did.
Adam's eyes widened and he placed his hands on his hips, leaning back.
"Old man?  I'm twenty-four, that's hardly old.  I'm in my prime." He said confidently, glancing down at her.  He couldn't believe how blunt she was!
"But you're still older than me and to me , you're an old man." She rested her chin on her hand while staring at the teacher in front of her.
Adam narrowed his eyes, looking down at her with a face that could be read as 'challenge accepted.'
"Well then I'll show you what an 'old man' can do." He said, turning gracefully on his heel and heading back to the track.  
He looked back at her as he got in position to run.  
"On your mark." She stared as he get into the position, "Get set." She turned her head back to the watch, "Go!" She started the timer as soon as he started to run.
Right as he heard the girl yell out "Go!" Adam was off.  He didn't dart super fast, but instead knew he had to pace himself.  
His black hair blew back as he ran down the track, getting ready for the hurdles.  
Adam wasn't the tallest man around, in fact he was really on the short side.  But what he lacked in height he made up for in flexibility and skill.  
Gracefully he leaped over the hurdles, not like an athlete would, but instead more like a dancer.  
By the time he was getting to the end of the fourth lap, he was really wishing that he hadn't started smoking in his senior year of high school.   It was mostly done as an act of rebellion to  upset his overbearing mother, but soon turned into an unfortunate addiction that was taking it's toll on his fitness.  
His lungs felt like they were shrinking with every breath he took.  
But he was determined to show Nana that he wasn't an "old man."
And that was his driving force to push through lap five.  
When the girl hit the timer, it read three minutes and forty five seconds.
Taking deep breaths, Adam walked back over to her to see his time.
"I hate to admit it .. but, you prove me wrong ... old man" The girl said as she returned the watch.

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For s Sports Festival!
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