3rd POV:
The sky is tinted orange as the sun is going down, the students have left an hour ago and the teachers are also packing up at this point. Only two demons are staying behind, up in a cabinet you grew to know. Balam-sensei is moving stuff around, bringing in a mattress for himself to sleep on so he can comfortably spend the night. He is allowed to take care of you, but just in the school, so that's where the two of you will stay. You have been asleep for a while after throwing up, and he has been diligently checking on you the entire time, sometimes even checking your back under your shirt which is normal. Balam walks over to the window and looks outside at the scenery, seeing some of his coworkers go for the gate. His ears twitch at the soft sound of fabric moving, and he snaps towards you. You're sitting up with your eyes half-lidded, staring blankly at him. It's no mystery to you that the Oracle's existence is the cause of irregular Evil Cycles and having a turmoil in your insides upset not just the Evil Cycles, made your blood pressure go up and then make you vomit, but messed up your mind entirely. Not forever, but for a while. "[Y/N]!" Balam says, his eyes lighting up as he hurries over "How are you feeling?". You look at him with the same gaze and don't reply, which gets him worried. "[Y/N]...?" He wonders, reaching out and touching your arm. You look at him more, the touch not uncomfortable. As he descends into a panic, you make a grumbling sound of discomfort, getting his attention.
"[Y/N], do you need anything?" He asks softly, retracting his hand a little, unintentionally holding it almost right in front of your face. With your urges and reactions on an animal level, you show your discomfort by lunging and biting down on his gloved hand. He jolts in surprise, falling backwards onto his ass while his hand slips out of the glove, leaving it in your mouth. He looks at you with wide eyes as you chew on the fabric in your mouth, soaking it with your saliva and ruining the glove in the process. For a brief moment he is more worried about the glove in your mouth being too dirty to chew, but then it goes to the obvious – something is up. The inner researcher in him wakes up, sensing an opportunity and getting him to investigate. He gets up, looking at you with more curiosity than concern, but still with dedication to help. He walks around you so he's out of reach and gets a plate he set on the long desk earlier, walking over after. There's dinner, one of those types that are wrapped in edible wrapping and filled with veggies and meats. "Are you hungry?" He asks you, getting all your attention. You spitting out the glove is enough of an answer, and he holds the plate in front of you, watching as you snatch and devour the food. He sets the plate on your lap to catch the crumbs, and then takes the glove. His eyes are fixed on you for a moment, his heart full of desire to provide you comfort and to learn more. When you finish, he's careful not to put his hands near your face and distracts you with a cup of hell grey tea. His plan was to let you drink and take the plate while you are busy, but his plan is rendered impossible as when he offers the drink, you put your hands over his to hold the cup still and drink from it, his hands trapped. Still, he uses the moment to look at your expression of delight as you drink, your needs satisfied, and discomfort shrunken into just the mild dizziness and pain. When finished, you make a satisfied sigh and curl up, pulling the blanket over your back and shutting your eyes.
Balam looks at you cluelessly for a moment, but a small smile makes it on his face while a feeling of accomplishment swells in his chest. He carefully takes the plate and puts it away, before coming back to you and standing just out of arm's reach, uncertain what to do next as you don't look like you need anything. After a moment of contemplation, he reaches out and gently touches your shoulders to get your attention. "Um, [Y/N], now that you had dinner, how about you go to sleep? It's getting dark, plus I'll be here." He says, motioning to his bed. You look blanky at him for a moment, but you lay down in the bed and shut your eyes, giving him hope that there's still reason within you. Satisfied with the outcome, he changes into his sleep shorts, then goes to bed and right to sleep instead of reading so there won't be light disturbing you. He drifts to sleep, ready to continue.
He wakes up feeling really cozy, as he's nice and warm. He turns over to the room so he can get up and check you, but there's something heavy on his other side. Balam looks down and sees your [H/C] hair sticking out of the blanket, the tip of your ram horns poking out. He lifts the blanket on instinct, seeing you sleep with your back turned to him. Your breath is even, your head on his arm as if using it as a pillow. You're drooling a little on it, but he doesn't pay it much mind and instead looks at your arms, which are wrapped around his own. You are sandwiched inbetween his body and the arm you are hogging, not just stealing his warmth but also warming him up right back. He wakes right up when he realizes you must have snuck in during the night, this little action similar to a friendly stray animal. Still, it's endearing. He reaches out with his free arm and softly sets it on your head, slowly rubbing your scalp as he thinks what's on the schedule. He'll have to feed you, give you something to drink, have you change you into the sleepwear that your father will bring today, and then get a teacher that will have free time when he has classes to teach so they will watch you for the lessons. It would be bad if you got out in this vulnerable state not just because you could get hurt, but because you would bite.
He waits for you to wake up as there's still time to spare, and you do so at the time you are used to. You stir and turn onto your stomach, then look up at him. It's clear in your eyes and your silence that you are still closer to a beast than demon, but he smiles and rubs your head. "Did you sleep well? I'll get you something to eat from the cafeteria, okay? You'll have to stay here for a moment, I will be back really soon." He says, and gets out of bed, making sure you obey and don't follow. After getting changed, he leaves the room. It takes him less than five minutes to get you a meal as he doesn't want to leave you alone for longer than necessary, and when he comes back he finds you still in his bed, half asleep. Still, your eyes open wide when you spot him and you sit up, your firm eyes that land on him making the same exciting feeling he felt when you made Kalego leave the room when you two were discussing Balam and his interest in researching you. He sits down cross legged in front of you and puts the plate in your lap, giving you utensils to use. To his delight, you're not so animalistic that you would drop them and eat with your hands, but instead use the fork and knife. He can't see it clearly, but you are slowly getting better. "Good, good. Here, I have some water." He says, setting down a cup next to you. You look at it but finish eating before chugging the water down.
"It would be best if you switched into pajamas for now, being in the uniform is probably uncomfortable..." He says, offering you your pajamas from home and socks. The top is long sleeved to keep you warm, and the socks are so your feet won't be cold during the day in case you move around the room. You change as Balam looks away, and when finished he picks you up and sets you on the bed. "You're still sick, so you should rest. I'll have classes to teach later, so I will ask someone to watch you in the meanti-" He says and starts to leave, but your sudden grasp on his wrist with both your hands makes him stop and look at you. You're laying down and looking him right in the eye, then suddenly tug on his arm to get him back but his large size makes it so he doesn't even budge. Despite that, he walks back to you. "What's wrong?" He asks as you hug his large arm to your body, simply craving contact. You look him right in the eye for a few moments which makes him feel weird, before you press your mouth against his arm and start gently biting at him with your strength so low it doesn't hurt. This makes him perk up with curiosity, but at the same time it makes him stop.
A warm feeling spreads in his body. If you are hungry, he'll bring you something. If you are thirsty, he'll make tea. And if you want to gently bite him like this, he's going to let you. It's shameful but fulfilling your needs or letting you do things makes him feel good... Satisfying you with his flesh today is more intimate and rewarding than what he did for you until now. He stands there with no resistance, your teeth gentle and your tongue daring about his skin in your mouth. He has zero intentions of correcting you, and instead feels his cheeks grow warm. You might be three ranks below him, a student and a male, but he's certain what he feels from all of this. He looks at you in shame, but with clarity – He wants to follow you about and care for you, going along with your demands or whims without much thought, bringing you offerings in form of food or small gifts and fulfilling your needs of body contact or warmth indiscriminately. Soon enough you stop biting and just hold onto his arm as you get tired again, healing takes quite a lot of energy. Balam kneels beside the bed, his chest at the height of your body, and gently pets your head until you zone out and fall asleep.
He breathes a sigh of both disappointment and relief, but then leaves the room and goes to the teacher lounge and asks the demons around that he knows are reliable to watch you for a while since he has two classes today. Thanks to luck, he is able to get Dali-sensei to watch over you and goes to class with his mind at ease, and his arm a little red from the biting. But peace doesn't last for long as when the lecture is near its end, the door opens and Dali himself walks in, his right hand wrapped in a bandage. "Um, Balam, I think it would be better to cancel the lecture as your little patient is getting agitated and I can't really control the situation properly. I got bit." He explains, and Balam immediately leaves the class without even ending the lecture, hurrying through the halls and into the room where you are on the bed, your constant small pains getting the better of you. You look at him when he approaches, and your expression hardens a little, your agitation clear. Still, he doesn't back down and approaches you, wrapping his arms around you. With a jolt of energy, you bite down on his shoulder harshly, the sharp pain spreading through him like electricity. But he won't surrender, his arms tight around you as your fingers painfully jab into his sides as your hold tightens, but instead of just pain he feels warm. He is serving you and helping with his own body, after all. You coil and struggle, biting in various places such as his neck, shoulder or arm, but Balam holds you against himself through it all. You never draw blood, and after two minutes of struggling and next two of getting angry, you finally stop and get limp from your exhaustion, getting pet again. "I'll be here, [Y/N]. I'm not going to be gone when you wake up again." He assures you, his words getting through your condition and are heard loud and clear. Before you finally fall asleep in his arms again, a small 'sorry' just above a whisper is heard in the room.
One thing is for sure, you won't wake up alone.