Sick
Ignoring her unnatural awkwardness, I approached her table and sat down on the chair in front of it.
“Are you alright, Coach?”
Although the words I uttered sounded like it’s filled with concern, I maintained a neutral expression.
She was still fidgeting and her eyes were seemingly unfocused. Moreover, I noticed that it’s not just a simple case of her feeling awkward. If I’m not wrong, she’s like this not because of me.
Because at the moment, she’s breathing roughly and the way her eyes darted around wasn’t because she’s trying to evade my gaze. It’s more like she’s becoming feverish and restless.
Thinking back to earlier, I didn’t notice anything wrong when she was dealing with the mothers. However, she’s mostly silent during the latter parts of my lesson. I hadn’t checked on her because I was focused on the enrollees and she disappeared shortly after I concluded the lesson.