𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

I | V

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CHAPTER — V
part one

YOUR SURROUNDINGS are nothing but a blur as you run. Adrenaline pumps through your veins when you notice the silhouette in front of you growing bigger. Wind violently rushes past your face but you keep going. You're so close, the silhouette—who is most likely a man, older than you, is only within arm's reach now.

You simply have to—

"Wake up !"

You open your eyes and lean up, to meet Nobara's brown and intense eyes. She's not in her sleepwear, she's not in the same outfit she went to dinner in either, she's simply wearing a simple black dress that cinch her waist nicely and falls all the way to her knees.

You blink, tired and confused. You're in your bedroom, in your pyjamas, you realize. When did you get there ? The ache between your legs is a blatant reminder you of what transpired mere hours ago. "Is everything okay ?" You ask, voice groggy, slightly upset.

She bites her lip and looks to the sides before leaning down to whisper, "Follow me."

"Now ?!" You whisper-yell, "But why ?"

She awkwardly caresses her neck, in what you assume to be a self-soothing manner.

You're so hungry. Your throat is so dry.

"___?" She questions when she notices your eyes focusing on her throat.

You swallow your saliva as an attempt to moisten your own. "I—yes ?"

"I've got something to show you. You won't regret it, follow me." She whispers and gives out her hand for you to take.

Hesitantly, you accept and hold her hand as you slip out of your bed.

"It's about 6am, we gotta hurry." She goes on, in the same quiet tone.

The note of urgency in her voice represses the complaints threatening to spill from your lips.

"And you've slept enough already. It's been an entire day."

"That long ?" You ask through a yawn as you walk through the corridors, careful to not make any noise. You truly doubt it changes anything though, in the short time you've been here you've witnessed multiple times how developed their senses are. Yours somewhat are too, if you focus long enough, you can tell where approximately each of them is.

You're surprised when she leads you back into the dinning room. Your cheeks heat up with embarrassment as you are once again reminded of what you've done. Nothing on her face tells you she knows about it. She opens the service door the waiter used to access the room and leads you to the kitchen. From there she gets to another, bigger door, that is most likely used for deliveries.

She doesn't open it just yet. "I'll leave you now." She turns to face you, there's a small, uncertain smile on her lips, worry wrinkles her forehead.

You blink. "What ? Here ?!"

She rolls her eyes playfully, brief amusement shining in her eyes, "Yeah. I don't want to pry."