"Haha…" He breathed out slowly. "I love this grass so much."
Time passed.
Not much. Just enough for the adrenaline to start leaking out of Si Hon's body and leave behind the familiar exhaustion that always arrived after surviving something ridiculous.
He remained sprawled across the grass where they luckily fell, one arm still loosely around Seong back while dark clouds drifted overhead.
The field looked terrible now. Huge sections of earth had been torn apart by the dragon's impact, debris from the school was scattered everywhere, and the distant sound of alarms mixed with collapsing structures somewhere inside the city. It should have felt tense. It probably should have felt terrifying.
Instead Si Hon found himself staring at the sky.
He didn't move.
Didn't particularly feel like it.
(When is it gonna rain though,) he thought idly, watching the clouds move. (It's been building this whole time and it still hasn't—)
Drop.
Right on his face.
Then another.
