First Impressions

Nin POV

My advisor's brother is acting crazy and unusual.

Back to Professor's office, he is secretly peeping at me. I would know all genders are attracted to me. I believe. Because he owes me something, I have to give him my cutest but my fakest smile. He noticed me and I looked very familiar to him. His familiar face sparked my memory and I remembered the time I had to talk in an open discussion. Undoubtedly, I lost my face at that time though no one tried to boo me. However, I was angry deep inside my ego because he didn't give me a hole to continue, support and rebut his arguments. Interestingly, the committee chose me, and Professor Alva became my advisor.

Now, I am walking with my advisor's brother and it gives me an awkward feeling. He wants to wage a fight with me because he thinks I had intentions of pushing my revenge on him. Certainly, I have, but not in a physical way. It is obvious I will win if he picks up a fight with me. He will get battered if it happens. He does not look scary nor ready to fight. The way he shows his fist is so soft and tender and if I will push him, he'll be crushed to pieces. He is girlish and looks funny. My sister's punch is scarier than his. I'll bet he will just hurt his knucklebones. I ended up bursting with laughter with a very comic, Charlie Chaplin-like act.

"You are not photogenic, not even a fighter! Military camps will not enlist you. Stop doing that!" I laughed at him.

"My punch kills!" he protested, insisting something that is not obviously obvious.

"You'll break your knuckles if you ask me. Stop pretending you are strong because you are not." I asserted. "Have you eaten your breakfast already?" I joked at him then smirked.

Pan POV

When he said that I will just break my knuckles, I felt horrified. Despite this, I stand straight in front of him and I realized again that I won't stand a chance nor even land a single blow unto his jaw. I don't want to break my hand and jaw either. Additionally, his build is athletic and that means he's gone far stamina than me. I can hardly tolerate pain. This minute argument won't lead to anything good. He started it (I think). If he will beat me, then many people can witness it and this would be a ground for expulsion. Not only a sad fate for him but also unlucky for me. Facial deformities and severe concussion are possible outcomes. It's an all-lose situation and I will get the worst of all injuries.

He is still laughing though this time it is not mockingly and very loud.

I know and I admit I offended him, maybe, and it is kinda crushing on his ego. In fairness and luck, he should be thankful to me, I contributed more to his selection and he got the place because, maybe, of my unfortunate help! Lucky to him, he had Nee as my advisor. His future is now brighter than the morning sun. So, there is no need for him to hold a grudge on me. Hahahahahahaha.

He's telling me I am not photogenic. I know it in the first place aside from my friends' half-meant jokes. Do we need to be visually appealing in the camera when fighting? That is ridiculous!

I turned back and intentionally strode towards the direction of the dining hall without thinking if he is still following me or not. My strides are like an ostrich's walk, equal to almost two steps from the normal.

Unknowingly, a whisper disturbs my feeling like an ostrich in a cemented course. He whispers to me softly as I focus my attention on the entrance of the dining hall. His husky voice whispering unexpectedly almost turned me to a sudden feeling of excitement and creepiness. Maybe it is the feeling. Just almost but I have goosebumps. His breath warms my left ear and I think that it turns red after that. However, his whisper is not meaningful at all; it is foolishly implying something.