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

Chapter 9: The Ruby Stare

Your room was quiet and peacefull, the clicking sound of a mousepad had been almost like a metronome in your ears as you stared at the laptop monitor intently, trying to read all about different technique's and forms for training. If it wasn't for a perfectly understandable explanation, half of you would be bored out of your mind. Learning something new was always cool but, learning about something that was forced upon you by your parental side was just pure torture. It's like one of those things where, if you're forced to do something, you wouldn't want to do it but, you'd do it if no one had told you to do it in the first place.

Same rule applied here.

A relaxed hand had covered your mouth, as you every once in a while, glanced down at the books you had gotten in the library. Page 89 of Martial Arts for Self Defense, it talked all about blocking and positioning. It seemed important so you didn't waste any time ignoring good information.

After skimming through the page and understanding the basic concept of it, you flipped to the next page, as your eyes glanced back up at the screen. Your screen read a different idea, punching and kicking. Two different concepts but, how to properly portray them in a short amount of time? That was the challenge.

It kinda helped out a little that some information you had regained from your class sessions had made you aware and somewhat nimble enough to have a good start.

Putting in the extra effort of thinking further ahead, you realized that that kind've approach would be almost impossible to accomplish in a short amount of time. You needed a better idea, a better grasp at this idea of winning.

It was hard trying to get any sort of concept however, with the constant noises bouncing around in your head. How you went mad on the mat and nearly sent the rotten tomato into a full on panic attack, the way you finally managed to break through your bubble.

You remembered, the way Gabriel had seen you.

It sent intense shivers down your spine. It felt almost awkward watching him see you so open like that. That didn't help your emotions in the slightest, you only felt more flustered and embarressed.

Taking a moments notice away from the keyboard, you leaned back in your chair in exshaustion. The dead silence in the room now had made the clock sitting above your door, tick ten times louder in your head.

Tired eyes, closed their lids soaking in the darkness for the moment before seeking the clock for guidance.

2:00 in the morning.

Jeez, All of the day spent on trying to find a solution to your problem. Sighing quietly to yourself, you raised your hands to your face and began massaging the sore muscles that had kept aching from your expression never changing that entire time.

Looking for ways on not to get your ass whooped was a strenuous process, and it was one that you were going to finish.
You couldn't even fathom the thought of him pinning you down again, relentlessly wanting to make your everyday a living nightmare.

Not anymore.

That was the driving force behind all of your hard work. Thats what the fuel was to keep pushing forward, and you weren't going to stop, no matter how many times doubt came crashing through your mental doors. With serious and shifty eyes, you glance back down to your book jumping back on the swing of things, turning to the next page. You hoped for some sort of answer that would just make itself clear and much to your surprise,- it did.

The next chapter had appeared and in huge, dark, bold letters red 'jiu-jitsu'. You've heard of the figting style before of course, a well known fighting style the greatest of professionals and legends used but, you never quite understood it or even cared to look at the defined words to describe it. It was just simply a fighting style to you.