Rina

RINA

WARNING!! TRIGGERING MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!!!!

Something struck me, jerking me awake. Volumes upon volumes of air rushed into my nostrils as I gasped with my eyes wide open. After a few blinks, I became aware of what was going on. And what had rammed into me. Piccolo Maestro.

Cold shivers swarmed my face and for a second, my heart stopped beating. On reflex, I flicked my gaze at the door, wondering whether I had stupidly believed it was locked. That was the only logical explanation for how Piccolo Maestro had made it here!

I swept my gaze back at him. His chest, glittering with sweat, fuelled my anxiety. I gulped, making a mental note of how I'd leap from the bed and dash outside.

I gulped again, wetting my lips and getting ready to make the leap. Okay. One…two, go! I plunged sideways, and fell flat on the bed. Piccolo Maestro had caught my leg. He pulled me back and forced me to look at him.

His signature frown was present, but I could tell his eyes had something about them.