My Demon Professors Are All Gorgeous Girls

Yuria had gone silent.

Not moody. Not stormy. Just... quiet. Which, for her, was worse than a lightning tantrum.

I located her alone within the training yard, sitting go-legged, eyes closed, fists clenched. No crackles. No glow.

"What’s incorrect?" I asked.

"I can’t feel it," she said.

"The lightning?"

She nodded. "It’s like a door close in my chest."

We sat together for a while. I didn’t say a great deal. I just watched her breathe.