Asking Out?
'What are you thinking? Weren't you going to leave?' Blaze questioned, uncertainty in his tone. However, staying seemed like the better option in the current situation.
I approached Aron and reached down to help him up. He clutched his mask tightly, concealing the left side of his face. I knew the truth, that half of his face was marred by burns, a secret he had kept hidden for some time, only revealing it after a certain incident during his graduation.
He groaned in discomfort, his face flushed and body radiating heat. It was an odd predicament for him to be feeling cold in this weather.
'Cold? How pitiful to suffer a chill in this climate,' Blaze remarked as he hopped off my head and strolled ahead. I turned my attention to Cecelia, who stood still, deep in thought. Her hand rested on her left cheek, still bearing the stinging sensation from her earlier slap.