The bell rings, and the instructor's loud voice booms throughout the room, "Alright, class is over!" 

Taekwoon groans from his position on the ground. He had expected Close Combat to be difficult when  he first joined, but he never imagined getting beaten continuously to the ground by some jerk with superspeed. 

He growls in annoyance before picking himself up gingerly, almost stumbling as the asshole thumps him painfully hard on the back, right on top of his wings. Taekwoon can feel his demon writhing under the surface, but pushes it down, narrowing his eyes. 

He grabs his bag and water bottle, stalking out the door before the psycho could start a conversation with him. One more word from the asshole, and Taekwoon might just break his legs. 

He's got another four hours until his next class, so Taekwoon heads out. He needs a way to work out that excess energy anyways. Ten minutes later, his belongings are hidden under a log, and he's in the air, wings lifting him higher and higher. Hovering over the expanse of forest near the school, Taekwoon allows himself a small smile, the annoyance fading away. 

Then a sharp pain rips through his right wing, and he feels himself falling and falling.