Master of the Floods

"Mr. Shishiwakamaru...?" Mitarai poked the demon on the arm, trying to get his attention. Blue hair was buried in his yellow hoodie, not responding to the touch. Mitarai tried to squirm out of the touch, but found he couldn't move. Like a trapped bug. 

Mitarai froze, his face heating up. There was... someone on top of him. He looked down and saw an unfamiliar girl curled up, her face against his chest. 

What could he do? It would be rude to wake her up, wouldn't it? What if she had passed out, though? He gave her a slight nudge; she made a soft sigh and turned her head to the other side. Well that ruled out fainting. 

O-okay, let's see... some random facts about me... Sorry, I don't usually like talking about myself...

Um... oh! I sometimes check the weather channel/forecast website habitually to see if there's rain coming. I can read weather radar pretty well, too.

Oh! I'm pretty good at Goblin City. I've actually made it to the end a few times!

Oh, that's a good question! I don't think I've tried.

But I would assume that the monsters would stay solid. Maybe it's my blood that could keep them... um, "warm".