The One That Stood Out [Reaper x Male Reader] Overwatch Fanfic

Chapter 5: Regret

"As you can see here, the lateral front of this equation marks the inconsistency of a positive outcome thus, creating an informal isotope." O'Deorain promptly ushered to the class in such a scientific fasion, that most of the students had a hard time keeping up,- and the jocks?

Don't even start with them, all they heard was complete nonsense.

You on the other hand, were doing just fine.

You looked at the equation long enough to know that there was a possible solution to oversee this outcome for a better, more reliable answer. You just couldn't figure out what that was. You had known that there could be several different outcomes to an error ridden equation from the countless amounts of studying you had done last night in your room. Reading all of the chapters she had addressed to the students and wrote down everything you could to grasp the concept of advanced isotope equations.

"There is a possible solution for this but, it is one I have yet to unravel myself." O'Deorains focus was precise on looking at every inch of this string of letters and numbers jumbled up to make a very messy looking equation of elements. You had a hard time unmasking this outcome yourself. Resting your forehead on your fingers, extending from your arm to the table, you recalled every element you had learned in your past schooling to guide you through this problem. It also helped to use the new found elements recently discovered in the previous years from top notch scientists like O'Deorain herself. Of course, you learned those elements within the textbooks. Tapping your resting thumb on the table as a helping metronome to keep yourself thinking at a steady pace, you began deconstructing the equation in your head to better understand the problem and began to come up with a reasonable theory.

A sudden click within your head had snapped the equation together perfectly, making your eyebrows raise in surprise. A trembling and unsteady hand was questioned to be raised due to your lack of confidence but, you desided to go for it anyway. Your hand raised high, the students surrounding you looked at you with curious eyes and thristy ears. The obnoxious jocks sitting in the back only chuckled at your silly atempt to be heroic.

O'Deorain sensed a comotion going on behind her which snapped her out of her transic state, turning her around for a better understanding. Acknowledging your hand raised, she couldn't help but, be intruiged herself on your question.

Little did she know, that she was actually going to listen to a possible solution.

"Yes, Private (L/n)."

"The element chrominium within itself is an unstable element if paired with an alloy like carbonium,- we could possibly deconstruct the element back into two seperate singular elements, then add another unfluctuating component to the group, one that wouldn't cause an atomic meltdown, perhaps tratonix?- That would equalize the amount of uneven neutrons within the element, making the equation viable." The way it sounded in your head sounded more feesable than saying it out loud but none the less, it was a pretty reasonable statment. It made you feel confident in your answer when you had watched her gaze lift then turn back to the board for further analysis. It felt pretty nice seeing someone like the professor even come close to being surprised with an answer like that from a student but, you were no normal student.

However, you started going south on your ego when you heard bafoonish chuckling coming from the desks above. The same jocks who don't know how to keep their mouths shut, started acting like you had become the biggest nerd in the entire class. They had no clue on what you were saying and thought you were down right pathetic for giving such a nonsense answ-.

"Outstanding deduction, Private (L/n)."

O'Deorain's breakdown of the equation using your hypothesis appeared to have worked flawlessly in her mind. Her head now turning and Yates brows lifting, her eyes appeared more impressed and mesmerized by the scientific breakthrough you had made. An equation she couldn't even solve, was now deciphered by a mere private within her classroom. Yates now glancing at the board and back in your direction, now radiated more threatning vibes than before. If there was one thing that man hated more than anything, it was being shown up by a queer nerd. All he could do was sit there with a radiance of a pissed bull staring at you with eyes that gleemed anger, before directing his attention back to the front of the class.

But, not before having his anger boil up even more from the words the professor would say.

"Excellent work private, It appears Commander Gabriel was right about you in my class." 

What?

This little bitch boy was recommended by a commander of all people?!

You smirked a little in your spot with eyes of joy seeing this renowned scientist, praise you for your deduction. Your spirit had raised to new hieghts, with your chest lifting from a deep and angst lowering inhale before mustering up the courage to say, "Thank you, Professor."

O'Deorain was legitimately impressed,- Yates?

His stare had now lingered back onto the back of your head for a bit too long, he hated the fact that, you were besting him.

Not one bit.

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The sound of your grunt and cheek slamming the wrestling mat along with the rest of your body, had alerted Lieutenant Mccree of your failed attempt at trying to pin your opponent properly. You started your second and last class for today which was the one thing you were dreading the most, your combat class. It was hard enough having to go through this grueling process of trying to learn what the instructor had taught you but, to then get body slammed onto the ground by your opponent who's immensly stronger than you are. You never cared to lift or excersize, it just wasn't your thing. Thinking about having to endure this day in and day out, felt like a complete and utter psychological warfare. It also didn't help that your 'oh so wonderfull' opponent was the same person who could probably 'take down a mountain lion with a pinky finger'.

The sound of him completely throwing you onto the ground and restricting the air around your neck wasn't exactly a pleasant 'hello'. Bringing your head up near his, he decided he had a few choice words to whisper in your ear, after that whole ordeal with the professor.

"The one thing I can't stand, is smart ass f*g boys trying to one up people, especially me." His benevolent tone leaving a rather harsh after effect causing your whole body to shiver. You hated him and everything about him. Things got at least a little better once the lieutenant decided to step in and break up the 'playfull' fight, "Yates that's enough, you've gone and done enough damage to the poor boy."

Great. It seems like everyone here is just rays of sunshine.

Yates smiled devilishly with his lips and eyes, before shoving your head back to the ground and getting up off of your defensless figure. Your teeth grit and your face plastered to the mat, your arms were the first extremedies to move, trying to pull yourself up off the ground in pain. Every muscle had ached and cried, begging for a relaxation of any kind. Hoping for a rescue to get some help. You got somewhat of an answer, when you heard Mccree's voice ring throughout the room to the class of soldiers, "Alright, privates! Your asses are done for the day. I hope you all have got this ingrained within your skulls.-" In a mocking tone beginning to glance your way, waiting to pick yourself up off the ground anytime soon. "- I know some of us haven't. Tomorow will be, dodging oncoming attacks and projectiles of any sort, so get your asses in gear. You are desmissed."

Finally, you were done for today.

Lifting your head up off the ground a little further, you never had felt more humiliated in your life.

And it only got worse from there.

It was unjustified, the way you felt more weight come crashing down on your back, once your gaze slowly panned up to see Gabriel, standing in the trainning room double doors with his arms folded, looking at you like you had just failed everything he had expected you to be. The strength in your arms faded here and there, making you wobble holding yourself up off the ground, having not just your aches be the problem but, the sheer amount of staring power Gabe had given you was enough to make your arms feel like jell-o.

Great, his bottom lip pushing his top lip upward in disappointment followed by his remorsefull eyes only told you, that you needed to do better than what he had seen. You getting your ass whooped so damn quickly. Watching him unfold his arms, he nonchilantly walked out of the door frame and into the halls disappearing from your sight compeletely, making you think only one thing as you stared out into the halls with wincing eyes.

How am I possibly going to make it through this hell hole?