"...My sibling wanted me to pass on their thanks to you for buying such pretty roses yesterday." You began to Asmo. The male turned to you. "Eh? Oh, well, they were for you, anyways."

"I still think you should stop spending so much next time." You remarked. Solomon chuckled. "How did yesterday go? Was Asmo good company?"

"Not bad, actually. Asmo was too attentive, if anything." You acknowledged, making Asmo grin. "See? I'd make the best boyfriend. Better than someone like Mammon or something."

"Wha—Why'dya hafta bring me in just to insult me?"

"I'm not wrong, right?"

Asmodeus was the one to start the argument. You couldn't help but wonder why he was so aggressive with Mammon. After all, the vendetta was between you and Mammon, right?

The argument raged on, both still eating in the midst of speaking. You took a look at Solomon, who shook his head to tell you not to interfere.

"Ehh? I can't believe you even got the guts to make the first move." Asmodeus paused before scoffing smugly. "Oh wait, you don't! It was under Levi's command!"

Yuki looked lost. Mammon's gaze flickered onto Yuki in a panicked manner, then back at Asmo. "Shut up! I was going to do it eventually!"

"Hah! Like I'd believe that!"

"...Yuki, maybe we should go grab a few drinks. I saw the vending machine outside just recently refilled." You turned towards them. Solomon raised a brow. "Hm? What about me?"

"I was hoping you'd stop these two from bickering so loudly." You smiled blankly at him. The white-haird male chuckled, shaking his head. "No need. They usually die down in a few."

"It's gaining unwanted attention." You sighed. Solomon humed, amused. "Is that so...? Then, why don't you go ask Asmo to accompany you to the vending machine? That would separate them."

"I'd rather ask Mammon."

"Go on then."

"...I was being sarcastic."

"Uh huh."

"You think you're sooo great, huh? If you're so much better than me, then why does the person you're courting hate your guts!?" Mammon hissed. Asmodeus looked visibly repulsed. "Excuse me?!"

You grimaced. "Geez, don't bring me into your crap."

"(M/n)?" Someone called out.

You turned towards the source, only to find Simeon holding two boxes. You raised a brow. "Ah, Simeon. Would you like to sit with us?"

"...Oh, sure!" The brown-haired male placed the boxes on the table and took a seat right beside you. You stared at the box curiously. "What is it?"

"...Yesterday, I told you about a cafe near where I live. I asked you if you wanted something there." Simeon pushed a box closer to you. "So as an apology for not checking in on you earlier yesterday, I thought buying you one today would suffice."

"...Holy shit, Simeon. You really didn't have to."

"A-ah, well, I still felt a little guilty for checking in so late."

"...Simeon."

"Hm?"

"You're an angel." You took one of the boxes and placed it in front of you. "But are you sure? I'll pay you–"

"Oh, it's my treat." Simeon smiled brightly at you. You paused, only to chuckle sheepishly. "You're too kind..."

"..."

A small tint of pink grew on the brown-haired angel's face. Something he himself didn't even notice.

Though, you were already looking at the box to even notice as well.

But just because neither of you knew, doesn't mean the rest of them didn't as well.

You gestured to the boxed dessert at Yuki, who shook their head. Muttering about not being in the mood for something sweet and already having what Mammon gave them earlier.

You didn't even notice that the duo stopped arguing.

Asmodeus was frowning heavily as you opened the box carefully, revealing the cake Simeon brought for you. He peered at the dessert scornfully.

"See how he immediately accepted Simeon's gift but rejected yours without a second thought?" Mammon smugly remarked.

"Maaammoooon...!" Asmodeus looked just about ready to rip off the fellow student council's scalp off.

"Simeon, don't you sometimes wish this place was a little quieter?" You brought the fork up to your lips and took a bite. The male chuckled. "Ah, well, it's the cafeteria so it's to be expected."

"...You're right. We should go somewhere less noisy." You couldn't help but smirk upon the sudden stillness of the table. Mammon raised a brow at Asmodeus, who froze upon your words.

Words directed at Simeon, and not him.

"Ah...Ahaha, (M/n), don't be like that. If you wanted to go somewhere quieter, I'd go with you." He smiled sweetly. You raised a brow. "Maybe if you weren't arguing with Mammon so much, then we wouldn't even have to think of leaving."

"...Alright then~ I'll keep it down."

True to his words, Asmodeus merely smiled at you and sat properly, not saying a word. You gazed at him for a few seconds, seeing him maintaining the calm, yet rigid posture.

"...You're as stiff as a board. Relax, I'm not going to bite your head off." You took another bite of the cake. Asmodeus exhaled before doing as told. "So sweet..."

"..." You deadpanned at his comment.

"I see (M/n) can easily get you in line nowadays, Asmo." Yuki teased. The champagne-haired male grinned. "Well, you know how it is."

"...Yuki, you have something on your face." Mammon spoke up. Yuki paused, eating momentarily paused. They placed a few fingers on their cheek, patting it. "Where?"

You hummed, still eating. With one plastic fork in your hand and a spare tissue in the other, you made a move to hand the latter over to Yuki. Though, before you could do such, your eyes widened.

"Here."

Mammon grabbed a nearby clean tissue and placed a hand beneath Yuki's chin, the other hand moving to wipe something on the side of their lips.

Yuki's eyes widened.

A moderately loud crack was heard, prompting them to turn towards the source.

You dropped the broken plastic fork to the table, leaving a few drops of blood along with it. Asmodeus' eyes widened.

"Dear, are you alright!?"

"Yes. Perfectly fine." You grabbed a few tissues and wiped the dripping blood off your palm, which had gotten stabbed in the process of you squeezing the fork in frustration. The blood continued to flow, unfortunately.

"That doesn't look fine. I'll take you to the infirmary." He stood up, looking genuinely concerned. You shook your head. "I don't need to."

"(M/n), that really doesn't look too good." Simeon pipped up, looking just as concerned. Asmodeus had already stood up from his spot beside you.

"Simeon..." You uttered the name hesitantly.

"I'll pack up the cake for you so you can eat it later, alright? You should bandage it to stop it from bleeding."

"..." You looked down.

"...I'll take you to the infirmary, (M/n)--" Yuki attempted to speak.

"I'll do it, Yuki." Asmodeus interrupted, placing a hand on your shoulder while looking at them. Yuki looked surprised.

"Oh, then we can all go togeth–"

"No. I'll go with him. Alone." He forced out a smile. "I volunteered first, didn't I?"

"What...?" Yuki looked visibly perplexed by the male's words. "Volunteer...?"

"Never mind. Just entertain Mammon or something."

"Asmodeus...!" You clenched your jaw, looking quite angry. The champagne-haired male ignored your glare and grabbed your uninjured hand, urging you to stand up.

"Let's go, Darling!" He tugged on your wrist forcefully. Left with no choice, you both left the cafeteria and back inside for the infirmary.

You resisted the urge to look back, feeling Yuki's intense gaze on your back as you both left.

Once you two had made quite the distance from the cafeteria, you spoke. "Asmo, what was that about?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You broke your fork just looking at Mammon being a little intimate with Yuki. You're jealous, aren't you?" His tone was deep, unusually serious.

You were surprised by the drastic change. This was the first time you'd heard of such a blank and monotonous tone from the usually bubbly male.

"...Shut up. It's not my fault that idiot acted so boldly in front of me." You argued weakly. You jerked your hand away from his grip, successfully managing to release yourself.

Though, before you could actually do something, Asmodeus swiftly turned around and seized your wrist once more, grip firm and strong. Yet somehow it wasn't as tight as to hurt you.

He leaned in, pressing your fist on your chest. He peered at you, lips contorted into a frown as his eyes narrowed.

"Why would you care? He's courting Yuki, isn't he?"

"...!" You pressed your lips together at his words, displeased by his point. "Asmo..."

"You said you didn't have any plans on sabotaging Mammon, right? So are you just going to watch and continuously hate Mammon for doing what he wants? You think Yuki would like you constantly looming over them?"

"God, Asmo. Do you not have a filter? Why would you say that?!"

"It's the truth, isn't it?"

"What the hell is up with you? Are you jealous or something?"

"Yes, (M/n). I'm jealous!" He raised his voice, brows now furrowed in equal frustration as you, possibly even more. "I like you, alright?! You told me I couldn't cram the things you say in my head, but you're just the same as me!"

"..." You were speechless, unable to think what to reply with. Seeing how baffled you were, Asmodeus scoffed, backing away slightly. "I thought you knew I was being serious after I came to your house because I was concerned."

"..."

"You don't think I wasn't jealous when you told me you'd rather have Simeon or Solomon to have as a boyfriend rather than me? You don't think I was jealous when you always look at Yuki like that?!"

"..."

"..."

"...Like what?"

"Like..." He paused, tilting his head down. "...that."

You weren't sure how to reply, with such a genuine downcast demeanor. You heard him sigh.

"Are you afraid? Back when Yuki jumped from person to person and liking them, you didn't seem the least bit repulsed as you are with Mammon. Could it be that you're afraid that Mammon actually has a chance?"

"...Asmo, are you really serious?"

"About?"

"...Courting me." This felt ridiculous.

It was always there. Doubt.

Was this just a trick?

"Asmodeus, I find it difficult to comprehend." You spoke, only to press your lips together in thought. "Why would you look for a relationship in me, when you practically have everyone in sight dancing on your palm and willing to do whatever you want at a moment's whim."

"(M/n), I don't want a shallow relationship with someone infatuated with my looks alone. You can't even deny that Yuki was like that either." He began. "It's difficult to find someone like that, let alone someone who despises my guts completely."

"It's different. With you." He ended.

You felt your heartbeat pick up its pace. You swallowed, unsure of what to reply with.

"I'm not really sure about this, but I guess I'm just willing to chase that feeling." Asmodeus took a step back, suddenly chuckling sheepishly to himself. "That's why I'm courting you, (M/n). Because I believe I love you."

"And if you're wrong?" You questioned. To Asmodeus, your expression was unreadable. He couldn't decipher the meaning behind it.

But he wasn't aware you didn't know either.

"...I'm not quite sure either." He hung his head low. "But I promise to do my best to love you the way you want to be loved."

"..."

"I guess I just want you..." Asmo paused. "To like me too."

Neither of you spoke after. Asmo's hand was still latched onto your wrist, growing slightly loose. You clenched your other fist, the one that was bleeding.

The pain brought you back to reality, reminding you that you had to say something.

"...I don't like being courted."

Asmodeus perked up at your words, eyes widening in shock. His fists clenched.

"...But if I say yes, will you stop?"