I hadn't taken a few steps away from the male seniors' hostel when a warm liquid, so distinct amongst the frost of the rainwater landed on my head.
Its warmness was so keen that I felt it regardless of the many drops of rain bathing my entire body.
I touched my hair and smuggled a part of it with my fingers and I saw it.
The purple drawing liquid that dripped down on my fingers. It was so familiar. It was so familiar that my brain instantly processed its source.
DRACO!
I glanced up immediately. Traced the direction of the liquid and there, I saw the scaly wing of Draco's when the demon had its wing out.
It was on the rooftop and gaping at me with the profound longing in his gaze.
It was synonymous with the one in Teacher Hunter's eyes back when he was still 'Demon Teacher Hunter'. It was like the one in those demons' eyes when they captured me.
