*Rohan*
I panted. My hand trembled as it clung to the rail. The sweet rolling down from my arms to my hands made it even harder to retain my grip. My feet gave in and my right shoulder slammed against the brown wall of the dance studio.
"Rohan, I- Rohan! Are you alright?" Jiro yelled as she walked in. she running toward me.
I raised my hand and huffed. "I-I'm fine."
Jiro furrowed her brow. "What do you mean 'fine'?" She put down the bag of food on the floor, knelt down, and grabbed my left arm. "I mean, look at you! You're on the ground, sweating bullets."
"I've sweated before," I muttered, trying to push myself up.
She sighed and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. "Well, it's time to eat."
