It was raining. Of course you didn’t mind, you were used to it by now. Getting poured on just was an annoyance and not a concern, but something you hadn’t expected was for someone to shift their arm from a human-looking one to a wing in order to stop the rain from pouring on you. That ‘person’ was a curse, Mahito, though you didn’t know that.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice you looked so unhappy~?”

The curse said, tone mocking and maybe even sadistic. But if that’s the case, why is he doing this?