"(M/n), darling, I really am sorry! Please don't go on a date with Mammon!"

You could almost hear him sobbing through the phone. You sat poker faced on your desk.

"Asmo, I just arrived home!"

"With ?!"

"NO!"

That seemed to finally calm him down. He sniffled. "I thought you'd replace me for cancelling our date..."

"I'm not that shallow." You scoffed. Asmodeus chuckled. "Oh, well. Do you want something?"

"What am I, your sugar baby?"

"As long as I get all your lov–"

"Shut up."

"Hehe~" Asmodeus giggled through the phone. "Anyway, are you craving something sweet?"

"...I suppose so. Why?"

"...Nothing. Oh! Your favorite color is (favorite color), right?"

"...Yes?"

"...And I'm pretty sure you like...(favorite common animal)."

"...I suppose I do? Why?"

You heard faint shuffling from the other side.

"Nothing again. I have to go, darling. I'll see you soon, alright? I love youuu!"

"...Okay."

"...Psh."

Your phone clicked. Taking the phone away from your ear, you stared at the black screen for a few moments.

"...How does he know I like (favorite color)?" You questioned yourself, brows furrowed.

Actually, now that you thought about it, Asmo knew quite a lot of things about you.

You've only noticed he's been dropping subtle hints last period. You face palmed, the sound echoing through your room as to remind you of your stupidity.

...

'What do know about Asmo?'

...

- - -

(M/n): Yuki, what do you know about Asmo?

Yuki: Asmo?

Yuki: Well, from what I heard around back when I liked him hm...

- - -

"So you don't like Asmo anymore after all?" You frowned, visibly troubled and confused. "Then what could possibly be the reason you acted so angry earlier...?"

- - -

Yuki: Apparently, Asmo hardly lets people touch him.

Yuki: Especially his hair and his face.

Yuki: Might mess them up or something. It would have been a shame if they got ruined in a second when he spent a shit ton time on em.

Yuki: And hmm

Yuki: Asmo likes sweets. Just liek you.

Yuki: Ridiculously sweet shit. Like ya know those sickeningly sweet confectionaries and treats? Yeah, those.

Yuki: Yk, the kinda shit you'd be into.

(M/n): Shut up.

Yuki: hehe

Yuki: Anyway, what else? His clothing style?

Yuki: He likes to dress fabulously. No matter if it's feminine, masculine, or androgynous. Not that it matters since he can pull them off well.

(M/n): Damn, you stalk good.

(M/n): I'm impressed.

Yuki: I'm glad you're not creeped out.

(M/n): I am, but you don't need me to say that.

Yuki: excuse me

(M/n): Anything else?

Yuki: Fav color is pink, obv

Yuki: Frequently flirting with people

Yuki: But never been in a relationship.

Yuki: Well um

Yuki: Until now ig

(M/n): Wow, I feel so special

Yuki: Are you deadpanning behind the screen

(M/n): Of course I am.

Yuki: Anyway, what's with the sudden question?

(M/n): ...

(M/n): You didn't tell Asmo about anything, didn't you?

Yuki: ofc not.

Yuki: Why

(M/n): I feel like he knows too much about me.

(M/n): I wonder where he got those information from.

Yuki: Mind checking social media?

Yuki: Asmo posts a ton of shit everyday.

(M/n): ...

- - -

"Oh, Asmo? How nice of you to drop by."

The champagne-haired male's soon to be sibling-in-law answered the door with a smile. Asmodeus returned the gesture and adjusted a strap of the paper bag on his shoulder.

They slightly widened their eyes. "Hey, you look more dolled up than usual. You're practically glowing."

"Hehe, thank you." Asmodeus grinned sweetly at the compliment. "Is (M/n) home?"

"My, you seem awfully fond of (M/n) nowadays." They pondered jokingly. Asmodeus' smile broadened.

"Actually, we're–" He stopped abruptly, expression frozen on his face. Your sibling raised a brow.

"You're what?"

"O-oh, um, we're...really great friends, you know? I feel like he and I share a really great connection..."

"..." They furrowed their brows, slightly weirded out. Then they shrugged it off. "That's nice. (M/n) came home before me, so I guess he's in his room."

"Alright then, may I come in?"

"Make yourself at home."

- - -

"(M/n)...! I brought you a few thingsss! Sorry for..." Asmodeus opened the door to your room, an apologetic smile present in his face. He paused, seeing you slumped on your desk, illuminated by the bright light of your (laptop/computer).

"Oh love, please don't use your computer in the dark without glasses or something, you might damage your eyes–"

He stopped behind you. A sheet of paper was beneath your arms below your head. Only then did he notice you were out cold.

Eyes flickering to the bright device, Asmodeus nearly flinched at the sight of his devilgram account.

...

Did you get hacked?

Because he was pretty sure you'd rather die than do something like this.

Especially when he himself caught you.

Swiftly minimizing the tab to save you from embarrassment, he snatched the piece of paper on the desk.

Asmodeus

- Loves sickeningly sweet things.

- Values good looking food and takes a photo first(

- Wouldn't dare leave his house without a fashionable outfit.

- Favors the color pink.

- Despises insects and bugs.

- Frequently flirts with people

- Allegedly never been into a relationship.

"What? Is it that unbelievable...?" Asmodeus scrunched his face up, displeased by the word alleged.

- Frequently switches between different shades of those ugly ass nail polish.

"Ugly...?" His eye twitched, horrified deep inside.

Hey, people compliment his nails all the time! Why wouldn't you like it?!

- Don't touch hair or face.

"...Ah."

- Always wearing makeup, mostly light ones.

- Big ass fan club. I might get bullied the moment it comes out I'm in a relationship with him damn.

- Student council member somehow.

- A bit loud.

His face flushed.

- Kind of pretty.

"...Kind of?"

- A bit of a people pleaser, now that I think about it.

- Masochist(?)

"..."

Grabbing your pencil, he erases the awful word and instead writes something else.

- (Masochist) Fond of wicked cupcakes, sold in the same café we met.

- Likes to argue with Mammon.

- Has too much time on his hands.

- A model wtf (iknewhe was pretty, but damn holycrap)

The list ended there. Asmo noticed something written on the side haphazardly.

...Shit, did he only pretend to date me to see how inferior I am as revenge for humiliating him back and kicking him in the shins...?! ddd

"...What's those three ds in the end?" He uttered to himself. "You know I'm not that bad."

Grabbing his phone, he silently took a picture of the paper. He folded it and shoved it in your pocket. He put the (laptop/computer) in sleep mode.

"(M/n), wake up. I bought you some strawberry cake. Let's eat it togetherrr," He gently shook you awake. You woke up with a grumble, vision slowly focusing on Asmo's stupid face.

Your eyes flickered to your device, which was pitch black. Your note was nowhere to be found. You ignored the strange signs and gently rubbed your eyelids.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you." He smiled.

It was hard not to think he was being genuine.

But you were always one to have a harder head. If that makes sense.

He handed you a box of pastry before ushering you to the bed properly. He sat down with you and hummed happily. "So, notice anything different?"

"...Not particularly, no."

"Hmph. At least your sibling noticed something." He dramatically huffs. You rolled your eyes. "Maybe you should court them then."

"...Whatever. Are the sweets fine?"

"I guess." You mindlessly took a bite, savoring the sweet taste.

...Damn him for knowing too much about you.

But then again, being a sweet tooth wasn't really that uncommon.

"...So, how was the café?"

"...If you're asking about Mammon, he came inside when he noticed I was about to leave. He was just interrogating me about why I said yes to you."

"Hmph. I bet he's just jealous." Asmodeus joked. You weakly chuckled. "...Then Yuki went off on me, I guess."

"Eh? Went off on you? For what, saying yes to me again?"

"..." Shit, you said too much.

"...(M/n)?"

"Never mind. They were just shocked. I am, too."

"So am I." he chuckled. "...But I'm glad."

"...Asmo, how do you know so much about me?" You popped the question. Asmodeus hummed, taking another bite of something he brought. "I just do~"

"..." You weren't sure what to make of that.

Having just woken up from your nap, you were still feeling sluggish. Not to mention your horrible posture, which made your back ache.

"...You should rest some more. Sorry for barging in on you."

"It's fine." You responded, eyes growing heavier.

"...I'll put this in the fridge. Drink some of this water, then go back to sleep. I probably shouldn't have given you something sweet..." He sheepishly laughed.

"...Are you leaving?"

"You don't want me to?" He teased.

"..."

"..." Wordlessly, he hugged you. The mattress dipped, weight shifting.

Not entirely conscious of your actions, you rested your chin on his shoulder.

The faint scent of sweet flowers entered your nose, his soft hair making contact with your cheek. You slowly close your eyes.

"..."

The seconds passed by as you found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into his embrace. It was warm. Comfortingly warm.

...

'Holy shit, I'm touch starved.'

Asmo was wearing a sweater, you noticed. The fabric was soft, sinking under your body.

Without thinking, you nonchalantly encircled his slim waist with your arms, unintentionally returning the hug. If Asmo was surprised, he didn't show it.

Though, perhaps the fast beating of his heart did.

You watched idly as your fingers sunk into the fabric, weirdly fascinated.

His bare thigh was touching yours, you noticed. Your gaze promptly flickered to it.

Even his skin was soft. Must be due to his trip.

Luckily, you managed to gather your bearings before you could unconsciously nuzzle your head on his neck. You could faintly feel his fingers drawing very small circles on your back.

"...Can I sleep over–"

"No."

- - -

It didn't take long before Asmo had to leave. He told you he left a paper bag next to your bed with a few sweaters, advising you to wear one tomorrow.

"Why? Is it going to rain tomorrow?"

"No, I just want to match with you."

"..."

"...~" He tapped your nose before walking through the doorway that led outside. He then turned around to meet your gaze. "You know..."

You raised a brow at the unexpected start. Asmodeus grinned at you. "Ehe... if you wanted to know more about me, all you had to do was ask."

Your eyes widened.

Smiling mischievously, he (swept your bangs away) (bent down/grabbed your cheek, pulling you down to his level and) pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Pulling away, he gently pinched your cheek and laughed at your dumbfounded expression.

"Good night, Love." He smiled, sweeter than ever. You slowly close your eyes."...Good night, Asmo."

You paused.

"...That spa treatment wasn't bad. You look as pretty as ever."

And with that, the door closed, leaving Asmo in a state of shock outside. You walked away from the door, ignoring the sudden banging from the male outside, calling your name.

You managed to discern a muffled "Really?!" from the other side of the door. You failed to notice a smile creeping up to your lips.

"...So, are you two in a relationship now or–?"

"AGH, FUCK–!"

- - -

The next day, you did as demanded and wore the sweater above your uniform, noting how similar the fabric was to Asmo's sweater yesterday.

Damn, if you broke up with Asmo, you probably wouldn't return this shit.

...

When you break up with Asmo.

".../n)? (M/n)! Psst! Pspsps–"

"Don't do that. I'm not a cat." You pressed your hand on Yuki's face, getting them to whine out. They unlatched your hand and held onto your wrist. "Well, it worked, right? Maybe you're secretly a cat."

"Sure." You rolled your eyes.

You two soon entered the campus.

...

The sweater had the scent of Asmodeus's perfume.

...

What, did he spray his perfume on it before handing it over to you?

He did text you that it was recently washed already.

He must have. There's no way you'd be as delusional as to imagine his perfume.

"You're so distracted today, huh? So early in the morning." Yuki stifled a yawn. "And you haven't answered my question yet."

"Oh, that question. Um, let me think..." You pondered shortly. "No."

"Fucking knew you weren't listening, I haven't even popped the question out yet." Yuki grew an irk mark, itching to step on your foot.

"...Oh."

"Don't oh me!"

"Alright, fine. What's the question?"

Yuki sighed at your loose behavior before shrugging it off. You both entered the building.

"I was wondering if you were free after school."

"Hm? Why?"

"My mother wants to see how you're doing." Yuki informed. You hummed before shaking your head. "Asmo already planned something out for later. I could go tomorrow, maybe?"

"..." Yuki looked stunned by your reply.

"...Hold on, it hasn't even been that long since I went to your house to fetch some stuff." You raised a brow. Yuki shrugged. "My mom wasn't home then, remember? She wants to see you."

"I see."

"...Why not tell Asmo to cancel?"

"...Yuki?" You abruptly stopped walking, prompting Yuki to do the same. Your brows furrowed. "That's...unlike you."

"...Unlike me?" They repeated, surprised.

Before you could elaborate, the loud thudding of footsteps were heard, presumably heading towards the both of you. Looking up and squinting, you caught sight of a faint silhouette, soon revealing itself to be Mammon.

The male was running panickedly towards your direction. Fast.

Yuki quickly tugged you to the side.

Nearing you, you saw Mammon step on a stray poster, sticking to his shoe. He hastily tore it from his shoe and threw it back.

Only then did you notice that a furious Asmodeus was chasing right after him. The poster hit the champagne-haired male's face, obstructing his vision.

The action further fed his wrath.

Managing to barely stop beside you two, Mammon went behind Yuki and grabbed them by the shoulder. Yuki instinctively let go of you and grunted.

Too focused on Mammon, you failed to notice Asmodeus getting nearer until he finally crashed onto you. The male was too busy removing the poster from his face to notice you either.

You both grunted, you landing on the ground on your bottom first, him following after. He landed on one knee, one hand between your legs and the other on the other side of your leg.

Your ass was hurting real bad.

A sharp pain was suddenly inflicted on your dominant hand. It took an awful amount of willpower not to wince.

You opened your eyes, only to see his face closely. You blinked twice, as did he. Your eye twitched.

"Get off!"

"...Hah, so early in the morning..." Yuki uttered to themself as you pushed Asmo off harshly and dusted yourself off with one hand. You looked down, seeing Asmo eyeing his knee with a frown.

Unluckily for him, he landed on the very knee that got scraped that one rainy evening.

Feeling quite pitiful, your brows relaxed. You huffed.

Yuki watched as you offered your non-dominant hand to the male, Asmo looking easily delighted by the gesture and accepting. Mammon peeked over their shoulder.