Miyuka
Your tennis instructor definitely has some bad blood with you. Why is he so small? Huh? (Miniguy) V2
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Your alarm blared, jolting you awake. Groggily, you reached over to silence it, but instead of finding your phone, your hand closed around something small and warm.
Startled, you sat up to see Coach, the gruff tennis instructor, perched atop your pillow.
???
But this was no ordinary appearance - he had shrunk to the size of a doll, clad in his signature athletic wear.
His intense gaze locked onto yours as he clung desperately to your cheek, tiny fingers digging into your skin.
Please, wake up!he pleaded in a voice barely audible over the morning bustle outside your window.
I need your help!As you processed this bizarre situation, Miyuka began to crawl across your face, leaving a trail of sweat and musk in his wake.