The Only Thing (KyloXReader)

I'll always come back to you

You were looking forward to going back to your class, back to the sanity of a set schedule and lesson plan. The last few days had been such a whirlwind of emotions. You wanted the simplicity of fact and logic.

Today's class would be physical conditioning, and you were looking forward to it. You wore your fatigues and waited for your room to fill.

Once everyone came in, you made your way outside to the training grounds. It was, of course, freezing out, but after a couple of warm-up laps, they would be fine.

You ran laps around the freezing grounds, from where you were, you had the perfect view of the hangar bay. The kids struggled to keep up with you, so you slowed to match their pace.

"Come on, I didn't realize my class was filled with a bunch of  Slugs! Move it!"

You slightly increased your pace and kept moving. Several laps later, you saw them breaking a sweat and decided warm ups were done.

The students fell into formation, and you grabbed a bag you had stashed upon arrival. Inside were standard issue helmets for pilots.

"Grab a helmet and fall back in line. These helmets are your babies. You are to keep them from touching the ground for the duration of our training. If you drop your helmet, you'll have further conditioning to make up for it."

You grabbed a helmet and crouched slightly as if you were sitting in midair. You held the armor at arms length and held your position, making sure everyone got a good look at what they were to do next.

"I call this Force sits. You're to hold yourself in this position as if the Force itself were holding you up. Your helmet needs to be as far from your body as you can get it and keep it there. You'll hold the postion until I say otherwise, and do not drop your helmet."

They all got into position, some struggling a bit more than others. You paced around them, correcting postures where need be. A few of them were out of breath, but after a few minutes, there were no mishaps.

"Alright, take a breather before we start our next exercise."

They all relaxed their positions at once, some even laying on the ground to catch their breath. You gave them a few minutes to breathe and then called them back to attention.

"I assume you have all done a push-up before?"

They all got into position, and you went one by one and put their helmets on their backs balanced between their shoulder blades.

"Same rules as before, if your helmet hits the ground, then you'll have to make up for it. You'll go down on my word and hold your position until I tell you to come back up. I want you all to keep track of how many we do. After you come back up, shout the number we're at. Understood?"

You started them off easy, doing only short pauses for the holds. After they successfully did ten, you started making them hold longer. After twenty-five, there was a problem.

You heard a helmet clatter to the ground and the sharp intake of breath.

"MIKELLS. What is your helmet doing on the ground?"

You stepped closer and shouted. You hated having to be so rigid, but if they were going to succeed, then they needed to be pushed.

He swiftly picked it back up and balanced it on his back, apologizing as he did.

"Stand up, Mikells."

He did, making sure not to drop his helmet again.

"You'll be running laps with your helmet for the duration of the training today. Hold it at arms length and run until I dismiss you."