"You look like you're contemplating something deep, what's up?"

You peeked over Asmodeus' shoulder. He hums in response. He was scrolling through his gallery as you both sat at the back of the car, on the way home.

"...Just thinking. I want to post this cute photo of me back at the garden, but I also want you to be able to use this really gorgeous picture of you I took earlier."

To show you, he switched between the two photos constantly. With a frown, he twisted his neck to face you. You blinked twice.

"Can't it be both?"

"...Posting both of these will make it obvious. Not to mention the venue, the date, and the matching suits."

"Obvious that what?" You ignorantly questioned.

He chuckled before grinning at you. "Duh! Our relationship, silly. Or maybe you're the type to be fine with a relationship in public ...?"

"...No no, you guessed correctly the first time."

You gathered your bearings and answered. Asmodeus laughs shortly to himself. "Ah, shame. I would've loved to post this picture of you and I by the fountain, wreath, and when I caught the bouquet."

"Haha. No."

You monotonously laughed with a poker face.

"I always knew, but I never knew why." He placed a hand beneath his chin in thought. "What's so wrong about a public relationship, anyway? Won't it be more tiring to hide it from people at school?"

"Well, I'm just...a bit sensitive to criticism." specifically since it's Asmo we're talking about.

"Criticism?" He repeated before nearly choking out a laugh. "If anyone dares to criticize you and me, I'll have them taken care of shortly! And besides, my fans are nice."

"...Even if you say that," You rolled your eyes at the 'have-them-taken-care-of,' part. "I still don't feel very... comfortable with it. And another reason is because–"

You halted abruptly.

"...Because what?" He raised a brow.

'...Because it's better not to let people know in case you replace me, which will eventually happen inevitably?'

Your chest ached at the thought.

That you were so easily replaceable.

That you were merely chosen as someone to date because of convenience and coincidence.

"...(N/n)?"

"...Because I hate people. Period."

You brought out your phone and tried to pretend you were now occupied, only for him to grasp your wrist and bring your phone down onto his lap.

"That sounded half-assed. Even from you."

"..."

You tapped on his hand, signaling for him to let go. He abided, although reluctantly.

"Maybe. I just don't want your next spouse to be wary." You muttered, mostly to yourself. Asmodeus raised a brow, not sure if he heard you right. "Excuse me?"

"...Nothing. I think you should post that picture of yourself by the altar. Your fans would like that." You smiled, trying to dismiss your previous words. Asmodeus furrowed his brows, only to shake his head.

"Do you like it?"

"I guess?" You were confused.

'Why would what I thought matter?'

"Hm...I'll just go with your profile picture. The sight of me in the altar prepared beautifully should only be seen by you for now." He began to tap on his phone. You chuckled. "Why?"

"It's your privilege as my boyfriend, duh." He then grinned. "Vice versa."

"...Vice versa?" You were even more confused.

He only laughed at your stupefaction.

- - -

"Hey, can I sleep over?"

"Here?"

"No, the neighbor's house– Yes, here!"

Asmodeus rolled his eyes as you two exited the car. You shrugged. "You can, really. But wouldn't you rather go home instead?"

"I'm a bit..." He yawned to exaggerate, "-tired after all that..."

"But what about your clothes?"

"I stuffed a few of mine in your closet last Tuesday...?"

"What? Creepy."

Your dumbass just couldn't comprehend that you failed to notice.

"It's fineee."

"Um, your beauty routine thing?"

"I brought it with me this afternoon."

"...You planned this out, didn't you?"

"Not sure what you mean."

- - -

"Then, Solomon practically forced Lucifer to eat his lunch, and Lucifer almost passed out. I mean, can you even believe that? The first time I tried his cooking, it felt like I was chewing rubber. Second time? Broken.Glass."

Asmodeus shivered, pausing momentarily in applying nail polish on your nails. He then relaxed his hold, admiring his work.

"You could've been a victim when Solomon offered you his cooking, you know." Asmo warned. You chuckled. "Can't be that bad."

"..." Asmodeus grimaced, shaking his head slowly.

Huh.

You'd hate to be stuck in a kitchen with Solomon, then.

You chuckled. "Well, when you say it that way, Yuki doesn't seem so bad."

"Ooo, are they bad at cooking too?"

"Kind of, yeah. They could burn the house down, but at least they know it's bad."

"Solomon lost his sense of taste years and years ago. Maybe he wasn't even born with one." Asmo shrugged.

"Anyway, enough from me. What about your previous visit to Yuki's house?" He inquired. You tapped the face mask you wore. "Hm, nothing really. Yuki's mother was surprised to know I had a boyfriend."

"Hah." He huffed smugly, professionally twirling a nail file in his hand. "Truly a catch."

"You narcissistic bastard." You leaned back on your bed, hands supporting your posture. Asmo turned away to get something from his pouch. "What's so narcissistic to brag about you?"

"...I'm confused." You tried to use your hand to scratch your head, only for him to pull it back, not wanting to smudge the nail polish.

"...I'm not sure how you're this oblivious sometimes."

"Sure."

"But you're right. I am a catch too."

"..."

He then gestured for you to hand something over, making you raise a brow. He smiled innocently. "Your phone."

"Why would I do that...?"

"I'm choosing to put your profile picture first, remember?" He shrugged. You hesitantly gave him your phone, barely trusting him not to snoop. Humming happily, he cropped the photo he sent to you.

"Hmm... Ah, there." He flashed the image at you. Receiving approval, he posted it himself.

Going back to your feed automatically, the first thing that was shown was Simeon's new profile picture just a few hours earlier. Asmodeus hummed, tapping on the photo of Simeon smiling charmingly at the camera with a chihuahua on his lap.

"Waaah, Simeon's so beautiful, huh?" Asmo mindlessly praised. You raised a brow teasingly. Seeing your gaze, he shook his head with a sheepish laugh. "Uh, not that I'm jealous or anything..."

"Yeah. I guess Simeon really is attractive." You chuckled. "I mean, I do sit next to him everyday, and we have a lot of classes togeth–"

"Up, up, up! Too much praise. You're making me all jealous now!" He frowned.

"...You started it." Your eye twitched. "And besides, Simeon is–"

"Hush." He pleaded. You merely smiled. "Actually, you know Simeon is actually pretty amazing at baking and cooking too. He–"

"Aaaa! I don't want to hear it!" He shook you by the shoulder. You stuck out a tongue childishly. "Simeon's got quite the clean reputation too. Did you kn–"

"Stop thaaat!" He began to tear up dramatically. "Do you really want me to cry that badly?"

"...Maybe. You'd look prettier when you do." You took off his hold and left the bed, shooting him an innocent smile. You ignored his dumbfounded stare as you opened the door.

"I'll go handle dinner. You finish up for as long as you'd like." You waved, taking in his surprise as a point for you.

- - -

"...Asmo, you seem a little distracted tonight."

"..."

It was only you two at the table as your sibling had decided to go to sleep early. You shrugged, starting to eat.

"Actually, Asmo. I didn't get to thank you for accompanying me to the wedding as my date. So..." You smiled sheepishly. "Really, thank you."

"It's no problem. I mean, I am your boyfriend, after all." He dug in as you momentarily stopped eating.

"..." Your eyes flickered to him, before down your lap.

"...Asmo, what is your deal?" You sighed, getting quite fed up with your inner turmoil. Asmodeus hummed in confusion, swallowing.

"...What do you want, still?" You asked.

"What does that mean?"

"You're really confusing me." Your gaze went downcast. "What do you want from me, really?"

"Your...love?" Even Asmodeus was confused. You exhaled. "No. Asmo. When you started dating me, what did you expect?"

"...Nothing really."

"..."

Asmo just smiled. "Well, I didn't expect anything from you, silly. I didn't need to. I like you, (M/n), but I didn't date you as a revenge plot or for some kind of benefit."

He referenced your weird note.

"..." You could only frown. Asmo was concerned by your demeanor.

"A-ah, did I say something wrong?"

You forced out a grin. "No. Really."

It was sweet, but you didn't get your answer, really.

"...If you say so." He reluctantly lets the subject go. You were too.

"...How's the food?"

"Oh! About that." He chuckled. "What's this? It's really delicious!"

"It's called sinigang. We used to cook it all the time whenever we had guests over." You finished the last of your food. "Yuki commended me for it, so I figured I should cook it for you."

"Well, it's really well done! I'm considering having to visit here everyday."

"You already do." You deadpanned. He chuckled. "If I don't watch myself, I might gain a lot of weight because of you."

You smiled at his response.

"The solution is to never cook for you again then."

- - -

"Floor."

"Bed."

"Floor."

""

"Asmo."

"(N/n)."

"Ugh, I'll sleep on the floor then."

"Then what would be the point of sleeping in your bed if you're not there?"

"Sleep?"

"Hon, don't be choosy. I don't wanna be up all night arguing." He paused. "Arguing fully clothed, I mean. Without physical contact."

"...If you get kicked off the bed, then I'm not responsible for it."

"Dear, if I fall off the bed, you will too."

"How?"

"Just trust me. You don't want me to fall off the bed."

...

It wasn't until a few hours into your slumber did you learn the hard way.

Your bed wasn't exactly made for more than one person, plus a few pillows. So when Asmo eventually loses space, he falls off.

The problem was, he was clinging onto you like his life fucking depended on it, so you both end up rolling down the floor with a loud and painful 'thud.'

Even then, this bitch didn't let go as you both lament the pain of combined weight in falling down.

"...Forget it, I'm sleeping on the couch downstairs." You rubbed your eyelids irritably. Asmodeus squints his eyes, groaning. He releases his grip and stands up.

He throws most of your pillows on the floor and heaves you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and practically body slams you back into the mattress. Wordlessly, he makes himself comfortable with the added space and falls back asleep, automatically clinging onto you.

Too tired to process what the hell that was, you chose to wonder about it in the morning instead.

It was only then that you realized how thin the blanket was. Or the room was colder than usual.

You nuzzled closer to his body as he embraced you.

After all, that's what he's for, isn't it?

- - -

When you woke up at the crack of dawn due to lack of warmth, you weren't surprised to see Asmo packing up a few things.

A few seconds later, he paid and pulled the zipper of his bag up. He then turned to your direction and made his way there. Asmo then crouches down to get on level with your head.

Gently caressing your cheek, he smiles softly before placing a swift kiss to the top of your head.

You thought it would be the end of that, but no. He brings out a pen and removes the cap. Smirking to himself, he carefully writes something on your cheek.

It took you a few seconds to respond for some reason, then you grabbed him by the wrist. He screamed in horror, but you covered his mouth.

"What did you write on my cheek...?" You grumbled. Asmo laughed sheepishly. "I'm off to go home to get ready. I'm leaving, sadly."

He sniffled dramatically. "...Unless you'd like to come with me to my house?"

"...Leave. Watch out for people who look suspicious. Kick them in the shins if you don't want to destroy their balls. Shove them in the pavement and bash their head open if they try something." You mindlessly advised and fell back on the mattress.

"Okay." He pecked your cheek before standing up. He waved goodbye. "See you later, Darling...!"

"Yeah. See you."

"...Actually, Hon?" He looks over with a small smile, only to see you passed out on your bed again. His smile falters.

"...(N/n)?"

"..."

"(M/n)!"

"Ah-!" You were startled by the yell. You sat up, drowsy. Your brows furrowed. "Ugh, what?"

"...I love you."

"...You woke me up again just to say that?" You groaned, falling back to your mattress exasperatedly. Asmodeus chuckled, though not leaving the room.

"So?"

"...Yes. Okay."

"You break my heart sometimes, (M/n)."

- - -

It was always confusing.

How you could be so close, yet distant at the same time.

Asmodeus could hear his footsteps hit the pavement.

But then again, should he really expect for more?

No.

But did he?

Of course, he did.

- - -

"...Mammon, that's stupid."

"Pff– That's what everyone says."

"Probably because they're right."

You could only sigh in disappointment as Mammon baffles you with his idiocy yet again. "What if you just switch the unknown documents with last year's files?"

"Nah, he'd probably know."

"Alright then, create a commotion for students to flock around him. That might get him late and break his 'never-late' reputation?"

"That could work, but he might intimidate the students and get them to leave immediately..."

"Then get someone hard headed and persistent. Like um... Mephistopheles? Or just someone you can't say no to. Like Simeon."

"...You're a genius!"

"No, you just don't use your head." You mockingly patted Mammon by the head. His face flushed before he shoved you to the side, scoffing. "Ya could afford to be a lil more kind, ya know?"

"To you? Hah! No."

"What'll it take for you to be nicer t'me, huh? Food?"

"No, I can cook better than you."

"Whaaat? Says who?"

"Yuki." You thoroughly enjoyed his destroyed expression. He swallows. "They're just lyin' to um...not hurt your feelings. 'Cuz you're such good friends, ya know?"

"Psh. If you taste some, you might even come begging for it." You turned to Asmo, who had been wordlessly listening to you arguing with Mammon. "Right?"

"...Mhm."

"Obnoxious. Hand it over." Mammon made grabby hands. You rolled your eyes. "Come over after school then."

Light orange eyes flickered at the exchange.

Huh. So it wasn't that special for you to cook for someone.

- - -

You were always so skeptical.

Of him, and anything he did.

Even without you vocalizing, Asmo could read your thoughts easily.

'Why would you give me such nice sweaters?'

'Why do you visit so often?'

'Why would you spend so much time and money on me?'

'Why would you go through such efforts just to make me look nice?'

'Why do you always stick to me?'

'How do you know so much about me?'

And just as he would always answer, 'Because I'm your boyfriend, dummy.'

But that was never an answer for you. It only kept you from inquiring deeper.

Wasn't it clear?

But you'd never take his words seriously.

- - -

"(L/n)."

"Oh, um, Satan, was it?"

The blond nodded. He handed you a thin pile of papers. "Lucifer told me to give you these, and to come to the Student Council room as soon as you can."