"Was it really necessary to pretend you were plainly gossiping to me just to have (M/n) have a rundown of what he caused?"
Lucifer leaned back on his chair, arms crossed above his chest. Solomon smirked at the act of nonchalance and playful disappointment.
"You say that, yet I can see your amusement from here. I'm not blind, Lucifer."
"Well, no matter. He needed to hear it, anyway. Even though it's not directly." The black-haired male breathed out a soundless sigh, reaching a hand to straighten up the documents in front of him.
"...You know it was true though, right?" Solomon's tone dropped quite a bit, signaling the more serious turn he was swerving the conversation to.
Lucifer hummed thoughtfully in response. "About the crying part?"
"Yes." Solomon's eyes averted. "After managing to prevent, or rather, prolong the supposed break up (M/n) initiated, Asmodeus couldn't hold it in anymore afterwards. He began crying to Mammon."
"So it was Beel and Mammon in the call?" Lucifer questioned, which was answered by a nod.
"Yup. Beelzebub, Mammon, and me, I suppose." Solomon shrugged. "Asmo was crying then, so he couldn't answer properly. Mammon insisted on calling, although Asmo strongly refused and accidentally dialed (M/n). Beel had to be the one to answer because he was the only one who didn't panic among the three."
Lucifer nodded. It was all starting to make sense.
Solomon then continued, "Then I came here to check on how (M/n) was, but unfortunately he just finished."
"I see." Lucifer sighed. "Well, I appreciate the information then."
"...Would you like a bit more?" Solomon smiled innocently.
The odd question roused curiosity.
°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°
"Yuki...!"
You couldn't help but walk faster upon the sight of your friend. They perked up, brows furrowed until their eyes caught yours. Almost instantly, a smile sprouted.
"(M/n)! Ahh it's been a while!"
Indeed. It had been a while since you had seen Yuki face to face. This was pretty much due to the amount of school work they claim to have, which results in many group works, late night cramming, and very often late attendance in school.
The amount of books in their grasp really wasn't something to laugh at.
Due to this, you and Yuki barely got to talk, even through chats.
Walking to school became quite lonely.
"I haven't heard from you lately."
It was pure luck that you happened to come across Yuki as you wandered through the halls, looking for something to do. You had just left the Student Council room after Solomon arrived to 'gossip' with Lucifer, and you weren't sure where to go at the moment.
Yuki gave you a small smile from behind the stack of books they carried. "Oh, really?"
"It's unusual not to have you babbling to me, even in chat about anything you can think of." You tapped on the stack, asking for permission to help. Yuki meekly nods. Taking half of the stack, you walked right beside them.
Yuki hummed. "Well, I...dunno. Just busy nowadays."
"Would you like to rant?" You questioned, a playful smile decorating your features. Yuki chuckled. "Thanks, but Mammon already does that to me. A lot."
"I see." You were glad to hear Mammon had been keeping Yuki company. Well, you weren't sure if it was good or bad company, but still.
"Can you at least tell me what's been keeping you busy then?"
At your question, Yuki groaned. "I keep getting distracted. Some of my teachers are giving too many projects out this entire month." They grumbled. "It sucks. If only I had the same teachers as you."
"Yeah. More lenient, it seems." You snickered. "How about Mammon?"
"What about Mammon?" Yuki idly questions back. You shrugged. "Been talking your ears off, I assume? He does that to me already, so I can't imagine how it must be for you."
"Why do you always sound so hostile with Mammon?" They teased. "Will it kill you to admit you actually like Mammon?"
"..." At the mere thought, you scrunch your face up in disgust, earning a laugh from your friend.
"Heh. You emotionally constipated bastards." Yuki mutters to themself, only to shiver under your glare. "B-but yes, he has been talking my ears off."
"..." You crossed your arms. Yuki smiled sheepishly. "Speaking of which, I heard Mammon was heading to a party later, did you know that?"
"..." Weird, but okay?
"Y-yeah!" Yuki was running out of shit to say. Though, luckily for them, you shrugged it off. "Did he tell you?"
"Mhm. He asked me if I was interested, but I couldn't since I still had a lot of things to do."
'I wonder if the party Mammon's attending will be the same one that Asmo and I will be going to.'
- - -
It didn't take long to reach the library, which was Yuki's destination. And as much as you'd have loved to stay, you still needed to attend last period.
As you entered the room, you caught sight of Asmo lightly dabbing the skin near his eyes. In his palm was a hand mirror, which he had been peering into quite intensely.
Though, as soon as he saw you from the corner of his eye, he ceased his fidgeting and waved cheerily. He shut the hand mirror and shoved it inside his bag.
You wave back, albeit less enthusiastic. You took a seat on your usual chair, which was quite a few chairs away from him. Instead of walking to the champagne-haired male directly however, you took out your phone.
- - -
(M/n): Hey, are you doing fine?
- - -
It didn't take long before he responded back.
- - -
Asmodeus: Hm?
Asmodeus: Yes, of course?
Asmodeus: Why wouldn't I be? ♡
(M/n): You weren't actually crying, ri|
(M/n): You w|
(M/n): Okay.
(M/n): That's good to hear.
Asmodeus: By the way...
Asmodeus: I can't help but ask.
(M/n): Ask wha|
- - -
"What's stopping you from talking to me directly?"
A voice promptly murmurs in your ear. Your heart skipped a beat, nearly jolting up in your seat. You straighten your posture.
Light warmth crept up your neck as you pressed your lips together. You frowned at his reflection on your phone, smiling as pretty as ever.
"A bit of a warning would've been nice."
"You look cute when you're so focused on chatting with me." He bent over and used the back of your chair as support. "It makes me feel nice."
"Right." You dismissively leaned back, tilting your head up to peer at him. Looking closely, you noticed something was...off.
"...Your face looks strange."
"...what?"
Your words immediately killed the atmosphere Asmodeus was desperately trying to build.
"...I didn't mean it in an offensive manner." You quickly realized how stupid you were. "I just...um, noticed you have more...foundation? Than usual."
"..."
"..."
"...Ah–" He chuckled.
"...You're imagining things, darling." He snapped out of his horror and patted the top of your head. You looked back upfront. "I don't think so."
"...Hm."
'Was the extra foundation there for what Solomon said? Was Asmo actually crying?'
Ignoring the tightness in your chest that sprouted from your thoughts alone, you closed your eyes. "...I'm still walking you home, right?"
"...Yeah!" He smiled, partly relieved. "I have something to give you for the party, by the way."
"You give me too many things."
"...Trust me, there's supposed to be a lot more." He inched closer to you 'subtly'. "They're clothes. I bought them for you."
"I feel like a real spoiled brat right now." You joked. "I can't accept that, you know?"
"I don't have anything else to do with them, dear. Just accept them." His knuckles lightly grazed your shoulder, promptly snapping you back to reality. "Besides, I bought them with you in mind."
You found yourself leaning a little closer. "You're so confident when gifting clothes. Aren't you a little afraid they won't fit me?"
"I know your size, duh."
"And how?"
"Don't question it." He shrugged. "It'll be more confusing if I didn't know."
"..."
- - -
Time went by swiftly, seeing as the teacher didn't even arrive. That just prompted Asmodeus to charm your dear seatmate other than Simeon to give up their seat so he could talk to you, further contributing to the pain you were experiencing both in your chest and in your stomach.
As much as you wanted to turn him away, you couldn't. Because your dear boyfriend was going to be lonely over there.
...It was getting harder to say no to Asmodeus.
That was certainly a bad sign, wasn't it?
You blinked twice, trying to remove yourself from your thoughts. Your sight instantly refocused itself on him.
...
Asmodeus was a confusing person, wasn't he?
Or perhaps that only applied to you.
Just hours ago, you had proposed to break up, but he managed to cockblock you. So technically, nothing happened?
But even so, the idea of you breaking up with him was thrown on the table, which promptly horrified him, as you remembered.
...
Horrified?
You continued to gaze at the male who continued to speak. His words sounded less and less comprehensible to you by the minute.
-
But why would Asmo be horrified of breaking up with you? It's not like you wouldn't be friends afterwards, right?
Hours after, you overheard Solomon say Asmo was out crying.
And yet now, the male was babbling on and on about whatever, seemingly unaffected by earlier's predicament. It was astonishing, in a way. And here you were, consumed by such negative thoughts.
If you knew this would be like this, then maybe you shouldn't have tried to break up with him in the first place.
...
But it needed to be done, didn't it?
-
"--ing. ...ling, ... (M/n)...!"
You were startled out of your thoughts when hands grabbed both of your shoulders. You blinked twice, processing how Asmodeus' pretty face was directly right in front of you. Distance had shrunk, making this all the more startling.
Your lips parted. "H-huh? What?"
"...Are you alright?" He furrowed his brows, grip loosening and dropping to the sides of your hips on the chair. "You looked distracted while looking at me so blankly."
From around the room, a few people had turned their heads to look at you and Asmo, attention caught by the yell of your name. You couldn't help but focus solely on Asmo instead.
"...Yes, I did. I'm sorry." You lightly bowed your head, frowning.
- - -
"...You know, nothing makes me angrier than to be ignored."
- - -
You recalled Asmo telling you back then. It made you guilty, in a way. Though, much to your surprise, he looked amused.
He laughed. "Oh, I know, right? People tend to get distracted by my bewitching looks. I don't blame you. Though, I hoped you were at least listening to what I was telling you?"
"..."
"(N/n)!" The champagne-haired male playfully pulled on your cheeks, eliciting a whine out of you.
Your chest felt lighter than it was a few seconds ago.
...
It was regretful, but you couldn't help but cave in.
This was a nice feeling.
Not like you'd ever admit that, anyway.
And maybe that was why.
Perhaps fate liked to toy with you so much because you refused to follow the path it was trying to lead you to.
...
Because you knew it was wrong. And you were going to prove it.
- - -
It turns out, the thing Asmo was telling you about earlier while you spaced out was how later would go. You two would head straight to his house, he'd give you clothes to wear, then both of you would meet up with Mammon, who'd drive you all to the venue.
You sighed out in relief at the mention of Mammon. At least you weren't alone with Asmo for the majority of the time being.
At least that was one more person you'd know at the party. As much as Asmodeus had assured you he'd stay glued to your side, you knew that would practically be impossible.
And so, when the bell chimed to signal dismissal, you and Asmo were already out by the door.
The two of you sauntered through the hallways, which didn't have many people. Perhaps due to the fact that your class didn't have a teacher earlier.
Even so, your eyes were steady on the hand intertwined with yours.
Asmodeus walked right beside you, neither ahead nor behind. Eyes going lower, you noted that yours and his steps were perfectly synchronized.
You tried walking a bit faster, to which he promptly matched. You tried walking slower, and the same thing happened. This all happened as he was talking about a scuffle he had yesterday with Mammon or something.
It was as though this was something natural and instinctive to him.
He did nothing but speak to you nonstop, even though you didn't even offer him a single response. You admired that aspect of him.
Then again, who knows? Perhaps he thought talking to you today was like talking to a brick wall, though he never bothered to say it outloud.
His thin, champagne colored hair lightly bounced as you two walked. The faint sunlight through distant windows gave him highlights that he seemingly wasn't even aware of. Even though you weren't truly listening to the male's stories, his voice still flowed smoothly to your ears.
Back then, you wanted to deck the male the instant you see or even hear him nearby. Which was laughable now that you found those qualities something to adore.
...
Adore...
Your vision blurred at your own thoughts.
As Asmodeus talked and talked about literally anything that crossed his mind, you noticed him holding onto something.
"...Asmo?" You couldn't help but interrupt. He paused, humming in confusion. You pointed at the roses he was holding onto.
"Are those from this morning?"
He lifted his hand, looking at the said flowers. He blinked owlishly. "Well...yes? I was planning on taking care of them as soon as I got home."
"...Oh."
"Why, what did you think I'd do with the roses you gave me?" He raised a brow. You shrugged. "Dunno. I thought you'd have thrown them away or something."
"Dear, that sounds horrible." He grimaced at your words. "Why would I ever throw away something you gave me?"
"..." You averted your gaze, hand slipping from his'.
Moments passed by with nothing but the stray noises from the surroundings. You didn't say anything, and Asmo didn't bother filling the silence, assuming you'd say something in continuation.
As the moments passed, you slowly found yourself looking forward. You longed to apologize.
And yet your lips didn't dare utter a single word.
Suddenly, something warm and soft made its way to your hand, filling the gaps and providing comfort. You snuck a glance at the male beside you.
Asmo smiled, although he wasn't looking at you.
Even so, you knew it was only for you.
You pressed your lips together.
A cold breeze blows by, moving his hair slightly. You couldn't help but look away.
How could you adore someone like me?
A gentle squeeze was sent to the champagne-haired male's hand, prompting his gaze to flicker at the subject of his affection.
You kept your head down, not wanting to even see his face at the moment.
Shortly after, faint humming was heard from Asmo, which eased your nerves.
That squeeze was an accident.
You didn't really mean to. It was just that.
If only you had bothered to look up and see the bright smile he bore at the small and seemingly meaningless action, then perhaps you wouldn't have thought it held no meaning at all.
- - -
The walk to Asmodeus' house came as a blur. Your idiot ass forgot to make a mental note of the route here, so now you were fucked if Asmo decides to leave you here. You didn't even know how far you both walked because again, you were distracted.
You watched as he unlocked the door and ushered you in, locking it behind you again as you both entered. As soon as his hands left the metallic knob, they found their way back to yours immediately. Your gaze flickered, though ultimately deciding on ignorance.
"Hehe, it's so nice that you've finally seen my house. I mean, I know you said you didn't mind whenever I visited you in yours, but I'd at least hope you'd come here soon enough." Asmo spoke, weaving through the path to presumably get to his room. "I could give you a house tour if you'd like."
"...Asmo?" You spoke his name. The male perked up, pausing in place to look back at you.
"Hm?"
'Can we talk about it...?'
"...I'm hungry."
"...Oh."
- - -
Shortly after, you insisted on just getting a snack to ease your nerves, despite Asmodeus' advice to actually eat a meal.
You two soon ended up in his room.
As expected, it was...pink.
Purple and pink roses, along with curtains, decorated the headboard and the footboard of the bed. Violet flowers were lit up from the inside, lighting up the room in a nice violet shade. Beside the bed was a small table, a vase with (favorite flowers). Right by the wall was his vanity table, complete with multiple drawers and a beautiful decorative mirror hung. By the corner, a hanging egg chair chair was seen, stuffed with cushions and soft pillows. Nothing looked out of place.
Overall, his room was neat and pristine, very pleasing to the eye.
And yet with such a nice room, he still insisted on visiting you as often as he could. It was humbling.
You truly wondered how Asmodeus' mind worked.
"Sit here." He gently ushered you to his bed and sat you down. He placed down the two roses from earlier on the nightstand. "I'll go get your clothes."
"...You have two other doors here?" You raised a brow at the sight. The inquiry elicited a giggle for the male.
"Oh. One door is to my closet, the other one's for my bathroom."
"..."
The champagne-haired male soon disappeared into one of the doors, his supposed walk-in closet. You slowly fell back onto the soft mattress.
The familiar scent greeted you, to which you realized was of course, Asmos perfume. You hummed to yourself, burying yourself in his blankets.
"..."
Well, at least you got to visit his house before it ended. This relationship has really felt quite real, hasn't it?
...
You sat up, squinting your eyes at the vase above his night stand.
"...Wait." You reached a hand out to touch the (favorite flowers).
Just in time, Asmo exited his closet with a bundle of clothes on his arms. "(N/n), can you come take a look at theseee? I chose them, but I still want to see how you'd look in them."
He lifted his gaze, only to see you touching the flowers in the vase. He smiled as he approached the bed. "What's up?"
"...I didn't know you liked (favorite flowers)."
"Ah, well, I only started noticing them when I heard you liked them." He chuckled. You didn't notice the smile that crawled onto your lips. "Where did you hear it from?"
"Hmm..." He playfully pondered to himself. "I heard it from...Simeon!"
"Simeon?" You knit your brows. "How did Simeon even know that?"
"I don't really know." Asmodeus placed down the clothes at the edge of the bed and plopped down awfully close to you.
"After you didn't accept the bouquet that I had Simeon try to give you, I brought it home and placed it in this vase." He hummed. "Of course it didn't last long after a week, but I guess it grew on me. I kept buying more and replacing them every now and then."
"That's pretty cute."
"I know we are." He laughed, backing away from you. "Anyway, shall we get started?"
- - -
It was honestly scary.
"What do you think?" Asmodeus grinned, his chin sat comfortably above your right shoulder. You had simply put the clothes on that he prepared and you didn't expect it to be so...fitting?
The size was neither loose, nor tight.
It reminded you of when Asmo somehow had your ring size down to the very last fit.
"...I get that you might want to admire yourself a little more, but you need to sit down. I have to do your makeup." He lifted his chin and pushed down, making you sit down by his vanity table. You couldn't bring yourself to refuse.
"Why not just leave me without make-up?" You stared at the light orange eyes that seemed to scan every detail of your face. Asmodeus looked amused by the question.
"I could..." He looked to mockingly ponder. "I mean, you still look attractive, even without any makeup..."
Liar. "...What's the issue then?"
"You don't seriously think I'll miss out on a chance to dote on you, right?"
Damn it.
- - -
"...Hmm. I guess a lighter shade would be more fitting."
Asmo eyed two small tubes with nearly the same shade before placing one of them down. With your back facing the mirror, you were left to look at him.
He bent down slightly, pressing his lips together as he applied the chosen lip gloss. His movements were careful, yet done with ease. As he stared down at your lips, his eyes flickered to yours for a split second. He pressed his own together.
"You mentioned Mammon would be there, right?" You spoke when the wand left your lips. Asmodeus hummed to himself, smiling at his work. "Mhm! So will Solomon, I'm pretty sure."
"Ah, then are we picking him up, too?"
"Oh, no no. I believe he said he was going to bring someone along, so he couldn't."
It didn't take long after he leaned away before you two were stuck in the same position once more. Left with nothing to do, you just stared into his focused eyes.
Asmo was pretty.
You knew that. There was a reason he adored himself above all.
The way he leaned back and stared at his finished work—you —, he'd always have the same look. His eyes would light up in delight, his cheeks would rise, the tips of his lips curling to form a satisfied smile. Every time he did, a small sound would leave his lips, something you'd describe as a cross between a chuckle and a sigh.
Before you knew it, he was already done.
He spun the chair around, eliciting a surprised yelp from you.
As he knew you'd prefer, he didn't make it as prominent as he'd like. The make up was light, nearly unnoticeable. It just served as something that would highlight your features.
Asmodeus looked simply elated as he gazed at your reflection. "What do you think?"
"...You truly are amazing at what you do, Asmo." You couldn't help but smile. "Was it difficult to work with me?"
"With your looks? No. But I did have the constant urge to kiss you, if that helps. That's what made it difficult."
"What?"
"Nothing, Love."
He soon did his own make up as you distracted yourself with your phone on his bed. You were a little nervous for this thing, truly. The only assurance you had at the moment was that Mammon and Solomon would be there. Otherwise, you'd be in deep shit.
After all, socializing with people was ass.
Then again, they might be all over the place too, so who knows?
"Hmm..."
A light hum made you turn to Asmo. He looked to have just finished. You watched as he scanned his reflection with a smile.
A smile nearly identical to the one he had when he looked at you.
Doing a quick pose at the mirror and winking, Asmodeus laughed. He then turned to you. "Ready to go?"
"...Already?" You straightened up. He nodded. "Are you having second thoughts?"
"Well, we've already gone this far, right?"
"...I don't mind if we cancel, you know. If it bothers you." He smiled kindly.
"...Who said I was bothered?" Your body went stiff, feeling exposed as he raised a brow. "Dear, you don't peg me to be blind, right? I don't want to force you to do anything, and if you feel guilty about the make up, it was more than enjoyable for me to do it for you."
"It's not that."
"..." He looked away, although you had a feeling he didn't believe you. "If you say so."
- - -
It didn't take long before you and Asmo sat in the living room together, waiting for Mammon to come pick you both up.
The champagne-haired male held his phone out and snapped a few pictures of himself in various poses. He even asked if you could at least be in some of them, though you declined.
Soon enough, he finished and set his phone down to look at you. Instantly, his usual smile was replaced by a very ecstatic grin. "(N/n)?"
"Hm?"
"Could you please look at me?"
Your eyes widened before you perked up. "...Why?"
The way your heart began to race was definitely not a good sign.
"...I just want to check your make-up for one last time."
...
The disappointment that rushed through you certainly wasn't welcomed either.
"...Alright." You shifted in your seat and turned to face Asmodeus directly. His light-orange eyes scanned your face with heavy scrutiny, only for his smile to falter.
"Ah!"
"'...Ah'?" You repeated in a slightly anxious manner.
"Oh dear. It's just that..." He frowned. " I forgot to add a bit of blush on your cheeks."
"..." Your brows furrowed before you deadpanned. "That's it?"
"What do you mean 'that's it'?!"
"It's fine. It's not like I'll be that noticeable, right?" You shrugged.
He didn't seem to think so.
Sliding a bit closer on the couch, the spot beside you dipped under his weight. He looked to hesitate for a bit, however.
"...What?" You raised a brow. He chuckled sheepishly.
"Would you mind it if I... kissed you–" he paused. "--on the cheek?"
"...Right." You sighed. "You've done that multiple times already, and now you ask for permission?"
"Is that a yes?"
"Of course it is." I'm your boyfriend, after all.
...
Yet somehow the last part refused to leave your lips.
Gently placing his hands over your left cheek, he pressed a kiss on the right one, and vice versa. He looked pleased with himself as he pulled away.
"Now I just..."
Much to your surprise, he began to rub his thumb over the spots his lips made contact with. He chuckled.
"There."
"..."
Perhaps you didn't need that additional blush after all.
- - -
Mammon soon arrived with his car. Asmodeus hurriedly ushered you to the back seat with him. He gushed about how excited he was, subtly complaining about Mammon's lack of punctuality.
The white-haired male rolled his eyes before eyeing you in the rear-view mirror. His eyes narrowed as he seemingly grinned.
"Didn't take ya to be a party-goer, (M/n)."
"Well, you pegged me correctly." You relaxed in your seat as Asmodeus shuffled closer to your side. The warmth given to you was quite comforting.
"Then why're ya here?" Mammon's grin looked to grow bigger. You rolled your eyes. "None of your business."
With a mocking shrug, he took hold of the stick shift and began to drive.
"What's the little bag for, anyway?" Mammon inquired. You sighed. "Why do you ask so many questions?"
"Just answer it."
"Just a few things." You answered. Mammon rolled his eyes. "You're very helpful, you know that?"
- - -
The ride lasted with a few back and forth between you and Mammon, occasionally Asmodeus joining in to side with you. When you three arrived, the party had already been going on for a while, according to the two.
When the three of you entered, the crowd seemed to cheer under the presence of the two. You slowly shrunk away and tried to sneak past the crowd to... hide?
You weren't exactly sure.
Though just as you were about to, a hand took hold of your shoulder. Through the loud music, you hear him call out your name.
Asmo.
As you looked back to see him, you bumped into someone. A quick apology left your lips instinctively as you closed your eyes at the impact.
You could feel Asmodeus squeezing your arm a bit as you opened your eyes.
The sight of light blue and yellow eyes was the first thing you processed. Then the short, curled brown hair lighter due to the colored lights flashing among the room. The male's eyes widened at the sight of you as well.
"(M/n)...!"
"...Simeon?!"