- 5:15pm -

(M/n): ...You could've told me you changed your mind.

Asmodeus: ( • • • 🖉)

Asmodeus: Meet me in the student council room.

(M/n): Are you fucking insane?

(M/n): You stood me up for an hour and it turns out you were here the whole time

(M/n): And now you want me to come pick you up?

Asmodeus: We'll be waiting.

- - -

"...What the fuck is this cult-like reply...?" You uttered to yourself, irritated.

Now you weren't sure if you should meet him there. In just a few minutes, you'd have waited a whole ass hour.

No student was in sight, presumably in club rooms or after school activities in their respective classrooms.

If Asmo was kidnapped, you might be next.

...

Well, you needed to give him a piece of your mind, anyway.

- - -

You knocked on the door of the student council room.

In almost no time, the door opened. Barbatos peeked out. His smile looked more amused than you remembered. He closed his eyes. "Yes?"

"...I apologize for the intrusion," You did a small bow politely. "But I'd like to talk to Asmodeus, if that's fine. He hasn't been answering his phone."

"...I see." Barbatos backed away from the door and slid it wider. "Then, please come in."

"(M/n)! Darling, you're here!" Asmodeus cried out, much to the rest's dismay.

"If you were planning on making me wait for another hour, then maybe I should have just stood you up. I'm going home." You coldly smiled, making a move to turn around and leave just as quickly. You almost continued it with a 'you piece of shit,' but decided against it.

Asmodeus flinched, chair screeching as he tried to leave his seat.

"(M/n), I didn't get to tell you because Lucifer confiscated my phone!" Asmodeus hissed, sending a quick glare at the male. "And besides, if you didn't report that spectacle this morning, I wouldn't be stuck here doing extra work!"

"Me?" Your brows furrowed. "I reported what now?"

"You snitched on me by saying I chased Mammon and knocked you over." He pointed at the said male, who was out cold on his desk. Lucifer slammed a ruler on said desk and startled him awake. Mammon let out a loud yelp, greeted by Lucifer's intimidating smile.

"Didn't you?" You raised a brow.

"That's not the point!" Then what was...?

"I thought you loved me..." He cried. You opened your mouth, about to retort casually.

'I don't, but okay.'

"..."

But you weren't supposed to say that, were you?

Closing your mouth, you opted to close your eyes as well, trying to clear your thoughts.

"...What's the punishment? Just extra work?"

"Just extra work...?!" Asmodeus' eye twitched. "You don't have any idea what Lucifer considers as extra work, do you?"

"...(M/n), I see you're planning on staying long. Why don't you come inside so as to not keep the door open?" Barbatos not-so-subtly ushered you inside and closed the door behind you. You pressed your lips together in dismay.

"I'm not, actually."

"I'm not so sure about that." Barbatos' eyes mellowed, lips rising into a faint teasing smile. "I figured you'd like to accompany your lover as he finishes up."

Multiple people perked up at the word.

You sent a quick suspicious look towards Barbatos, wondering how the hell he knew such a thing. Based on the reactions of the other members, Asmo hadn't said it yet. Neither have you.

"What am I, patient?" You returned the teasing grin. Asmodeus grew annoyed by the playful banter. "(M/n), stop flirting with Barbatos and come here. I'm going to dump all of this work on you instead."

"I'm not sure that's allowed." You mused. "After all, aren't student council affairs supposed to be kept away from the public eye?"

"Just come here." Asmodeus huffed.

Leaving wasn't much of a choice now that Barbatos had closed the door and was practically blocking it, so you just opted to obey.

"Look, I have to calculate all of these by the end of the day or I'll be left here until dawn!"

"I'm still not looking. Don't get me into trouble." You blocked your view of the sheet of paper. Satan sighed. "Whatever, it's not that private, you know? It's not like we'd get obliterated for letting the rest of the students see this."

"...Would you like to help your spouse out, then?" Lucifer cut in unexpectedly, a finger beneath his chin as he shot you one of those smiles. You frowned, eyes half-lidded. "What spouse?"

"Over here. Your gorgeous and beautiful spouse." Asmodeus obnoxiously pointed at himself, one arm tugging at your sleeve. Your eye twitched.

"...Hand me that thing and let's get it over with already." You exhaled exasperatedly. From the corner of your eye, you could see Asmodeus brighten at your response, eagerly shoving the paper to you.

You grabbed the pencil in his grasp and stared down at the paper. All of the problems were merely on expenses, mainly for future events. Basically stuff the student council is in charge of.

Only one-fourth of the paper had answers. You deadpanned. "In that hour I spent waiting for you, this is all that you managed to answer...? Lunch as well..."

"It's harder than it looks." He tried to excuse himself. Fed up with the bullshit, you gestured for him to move over.

Not fully understanding that you wanted him to give up his chair for you to sit on, he scooted over to the side and made room for you in the same chair.

You gave him a wtf expression. Not wanting to voice out your clarifications, you just complied.

It was a tight spot, considering it was a seat meant for only one person, but you managed.

You taped the pencil on the table a little before beginning to sketch out a plan.

"...The problem with you is that you keep trying to speed run it, but end up taking longer, dumbass." You noticed. Asmodeus hummed, shooting you a pout. "What do you think I should do then?"

"...First, you break down this list so you can make space for the total computation for the whole expenses. For the next event, the sports festival, I believe...? You should settle on utilizing the things you have now, since it isn't even noticeable. Some students are going to be more focused on the activities, which means you don't need to go all out on eye-catching decorations. You should cross out a few of these, including the equipment, because the school already provides them. Why were they even on the list in the first place...?" You uttered to yourself.

"Before determining the full and total expense for the event, you should have another look in the storage room and find those that you can use, obviously. That will leave us– you, to worry about these left." You continued to scribble on a spare paper.

"As for the funds, you can save them for more major events in case. It'd be better if you'd transfer a decent percentage of the cost on priorities that you don't have in the storage, then either spend the extras on minor decorations or save them up, of course."

"Hmm..." Asmodeus scanned the paper. "That's...lower than I thought."

"Of course. Have you never been in charge of finance before?" You mindlessly spoke. "As for the next next event, you guys aren't really in charge of them, so you can just skip over that. Your duty is to just discipline the students, am I correct?"

You turned to Lucifer, who nodded. You drew a line over the exempted question.

"What else...?" You continued to ponder over the matters presented to you, not noticing the stares directed at you.

You silently scribbled a few more things, leaving some notes in case they'd get confused by your reasoning.

It took about ten to fifteen minutes as you worked on the problems presented to you. Finally, you pressed the pencil down the table and stood up. "I'm done."

"Already?" Diavolo smiled, both impressed and amused.

You took the papers and made your way to him, explaining a few things as you showed him. Once you were done, you sighed. "Can we go now?"

"...Impressive. You managed to compute this all in such a short time!" He praised, patting your back, quite harshly. You resisted the urge to voice your protests.

"...Thank you, but these are just basic things. I'm quite sure anyone could easily do this without a hitch."

"Your boyfriend would think otherwise." Belphegor quipped from nowhere. Hushed laughter was heard as you swallowed to keep yourself from laughing as well. Asmodeus frowned.

"It's not funny!"

"It is, kind of." You dismissed his betrayed glare and turned to Diavolo once more. The red head chuckled.

"Well, I suppose to the average person, this wouldn't be as easy as you make it. Anyway, I commend you for doing it!"

'I wasn't doing it for you specifically, but alright.'

"Thank you."

"...Say, what would you think of becoming a student council mem–"

"Sorry, but I must decline. I have a few other things to worry about outside of school." And by that, you meant your freedom. You weren't going to give that away for a few more validations, duh.

What are you, an idiot? haha

"...A shame, but alright." Diavolo straightened the paper before getting to his own work. "You should question Luifer about letting Asmodeus run free, however."

"Then, Lucifer?"

"...Hm." Lucifer smirked. "...It would seem you have quite the eye, Asmodeus. Your partner is more than capable and skilled."

He held out his hand, which held Asmodeus' phone. You stretched a hand out to take it, only for him to pull it back.

"I look forward to knowing you more." He smiled, watching you take the phone.

" don't." You boldly declined. "You'd probably just try to have me do a few tasks for you."

"...Confident, as well." Lucifer looked amused. You merely returned the look. "If I flattered you now, you might use my own words against me later on."

It wasn't like he could do something to you for denying him. Besides, Diavolo was right there.

"Then, is Asmo off the hook? His work is already done."

"Fine."

"Yippee!"

"..."

- - -

"It's a little..." You gazed at the amount of people lined up for the counter, even reaching outside the door of the confectionery shop. "...crowded."

"Ah, apparently someone posted a few of the treats yesterday, so it kind of served as advertisement. Now everyone flocked to it today." He grabbed your hand. "Luckily for us, I reserved a few seats yesterday already."

"...You've gone here in advance?" You questioned. Asmo hummed in confirmation. Nevertheless, you frowned.

"...But won't people see us openly? I'm not very comfortable being watched."

"...I understand. I suppose with beauty like mine, people will be staring at us the whole time."

"...Sure." You sighed. "What now? Somewhere else?"

"...We can't. We're already here." Asmodeus persisted. "We can just pick something up and then head to another restaurant for dinner then."

"Sounds good."

You watched in silent confusion as Asmodeus grabbed your hand and went straight for another door by the side instead of the entrance. He opened it with ease and grinned at you.

"Hehe~"

"You're committing a crime."

Ignoring your words, he sauntered on and eventually emerged from the short dark hallway. The kitchen, you presumed.

Someone took notice of you two. "Oh, Asmo!"

"Hellooo!"

Holy shit, he was allowed to do this.

You watched as he conversed with the person as you awkwardly looked around. It didn't take long before Asmo placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

"My lover, by the way. Isn't he the cutest thing?"

"Ooh! You two look like a great match!"

"Hi." You greeted.

Quit lying.

"Anyway, I see your shop has grown quite popular, huh? I shouldn't take more of your time." Asmodeus waved. "I'm here to pick up my order from yesterday that I postponed, is that fine?"

"You're one hour later than scheduled, so we kept it in the fridge." The person then walked away to fetch your orders.

Soon after the order was given to Asmo, you two went off towards a nearby restaurant. The expensive looking packaging caught your eye as you both walked.

He offered his other hand to you so that you would be walking hand-in-hand, but unfortunately that was the very same hand that was wounded.

"...Those bandages are red. Did the wound reopen?" He asked, concerned. You nodded.

'It reopened when you jumped me on the hallways, actually.'

"I grew careless and placed pressure on it this morning."

"Oh, dear. That can't be good."

Instead, he held onto your wrist. You looked away. The warmth of his hand reached you, even through the fabric of the sweater.

Suddenly, the wind blew from beside you. Asmo grunted as a few leaves brought by the wind tousled his beautiful hair.

"Ah...! Does it look bad?" He anxiously questioned. You deadpanned. "No, actually. It looks the same."

"...Except the leaves that got tangled." You added. Asmodeus frowned, eyeing the package he held before back at you.

"..."

He then bowed suddenly at you.

You blinked once.

Then twice.

Then you bowed back in response.

Seeing you bow at him back, Asmo straightened up and furrowed his brows at you, nonverbally saying 'what-the-fuck' at you.

You shrugged, equally confused.

"Why did you bow?!"

"You were bowing at me!"

"I meant you should take the leaves out, dummy! It was supposed to be romantic!"

"Oh... Wait, how was I supposed to know?" You shook your head as Asmo bowed once more with a subtle roll of his eyes.

You reached a hand out, only to stop midway.

- Don't touch hair or face.

"...Oh."

"...Oh?" Asmo repeated in a confused tone. You pressed your lips together in hesitance. "...I'll carry the thing instead. You can take it out for yourself."

Asmodeus was surprised by your sudden dampened demeanor.

Leaving him no time to argue, you took the package with your injured hand hastily, ignoring the pain that shot up your arm.

"...Is something wrong?" He questions with a frown.

"Not really, no." You looked away.

The strange and tense atmosphere remained, even until you both entered the restaurant. There were remarkably less people here than the café, much to your delight. You both sat down.

Setting the dessert down on the table, you watched as Asmo brought out his phone. He hummed. "Mind opening the desserts now? I hope they didn't get ruined on the way."

Wordlessly abiding, you were surprised to see quite the sweet display. Literally.

It was a cake, you could see that. The design was what caught your eye. A cartoonish (favorite common animal) was carefully drawn. The rest was decorated in a light shade of (favorite color).

You didn't...expect this.

Based on his previous questions, you expected him to buy something more generic, such as a plush toy of a (favorite common animal).

"...I actually commissioned them to do something for you and me. I was supposed to surprise you with it yesterday."

"...I see."

"...So?"

"...It looks great."

"...Is that all?"

"What else do you want me to say?"

It was more of you being too shocked to say anything coherent or praise. Asmodeus lightly exhaled, smiling with his eyes closed. Opening them, he aimed his phone towards you, to which you shook your head frantically.

"Oh, right. You're camera shy... I think?"

"What makes you think so?"

"Well, you seemed to dislike me pointing my phone at you, and because you barely post yourself."

"...So you have been stalking me."

"Hah! You say it like you didn't do it too!"

"Please don't mention it." You could already feel heat crawling from your neck in embarrassment. Fortunately for you, a waitress arrived to take your order.

Hold on, maybe it was unfortunate for you instead the moment you caught wind of her sultry gaze directed towards your current partner.

"Hello! May I take your order...s?"

Bitch even forgot you were here too.

Her eyes scanned your form as you resisted the urge to squirm in discomfort. Seeing you were simply uninterested, she kept her gaze on your date.

...

So what, you were going to be plan B or something? How insulting.

Not minding the blatant disrespect, you opted to repackage the dessert to eat right after the meal. Asmodeus' gaze flickered to you, sensing you might not want to talk. He ordered for you, based on what he knew.

You took out your phone to distract yourself, seeing her playfully smack Asmodeus' shoulder. From the corner of your eye, you could see her touch lingering on him.

You pressed your lips together, though not making a move to get her to leave.