Curled up under a blanket, Taemin had dragged an empty chair over to sit in front of a large window. He had made sure to bring a good armful of blankets and pillows, to nest in the student lounge and watch the mild thunderstorm outside. His parents had always warned him to not sit by the windows when there was a thunderstorm outside, but sometimes he just couldn't help it.
The torrential rain was what attracted him the most, the way it cascaded down the glass in thick rivulets, pooling at the ledge until it overflowed. Watching as lighting lit up the evening sky, Taemin was soothed by the dim voices of students behind him. He was new to this particular school, having come from being schooled in the comfort of his home. He hadn't bothered to make any friends yet, a little intimidated by the people with various and very cool powers.
He wanted very much to go outside, but he had decided that was probably a bad idea. Even if he turned invisible, the lightning would probably strike him anyway. Taking a glance behind him, Taemin noticed one of the students watching him, and he quickly turned around, huddling deeper into his chair. His dusty golden hair stuck up where the blanket had created static electricity, and Taemin stared at his reflection in the glass, gently swishing his head back and forth to watch the hair sway.
The torrential rain was what attracted him the most, the way it cascaded down the glass in thick rivulets, pooling at the ledge until it overflowed. Watching as lighting lit up the evening sky, Taemin was soothed by the dim voices of students behind him. He was new to this particular school, having come from being schooled in the comfort of his home. He hadn't bothered to make any friends yet, a little intimidated by the people with various and very cool powers.
He wanted very much to go outside, but he had decided that was probably a bad idea. Even if he turned invisible, the lightning would probably strike him anyway. Taking a glance behind him, Taemin noticed one of the students watching him, and he quickly turned around, huddling deeper into his chair. His dusty golden hair stuck up where the blanket had created static electricity, and Taemin stared at his reflection in the glass, gently swishing his head back and forth to watch the hair sway.