Morning light slipped gently through the narrow gap of the dorm's curtains, spilling across the room in pale golden streaks. Luca lay on his back atop the bed, eyes open, yet unfocused, staring blankly at the wooden ceiling above him. His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, but his mind was anything but calm.
On his chest rested a small, warm weight—the baby dragon girl. Her golden hair glimmered faintly in the light, spread like silk across him as her tiny head nuzzled closer. Absentmindedly, his hand stroked her soft locks, fingers brushing against the curve of her tiny horns. He stayed like that for what felt like half an hour, not moving, not speaking. Just thinking.
What should I do? The dean's words circled endlessly in his mind, pressing against him like a vice. Should I listen? Should I just leave it alone? The thought twisted in his chest until even the silence of the room became suffocating.
Then—
"Nyuuuhh~"
