Morning came, Iruma squinted his eyes as he hears the hoarse screech of humans' screams that came from the specific alarm his grandpa gave him. He could never get used to the thing, even back in his days, the sounds were purely horifying and filled with utter enternal suffering. Iruma's ears twitched, he sat up, laying against the bed's board as he yawn.

A knock came, three times, ringing the room with its echo voice. A single name instantly clicked on his mind, reminded of the first time Opera-san waking him up with a gentle manner.

"Come in." He spoke gently, smiling as he see the crimson hair with sharp ears sticking out.

"Iruma-sama, breakfast is ready. It's required for you to shower first, the bathroom is just besides the guest's bedroom." Opera informed, closing the door after.

'Oh My God, I can't wait to taste the food again! It's very mouth-watering...' Iruma drolled as he thought of the buffet made especially by his butler for him. Even his food are better than the earth's luxurious 'rare' food, such as caviar. It's not the best, but it's ridiculously expensive—just like gucci.

Iruma took a shower in the bathroom, changing into the all-too familiar navy-blue uniform hanged inside the decorated closet. Iruma wore it like a proud man, gratefull, feeling like he's one with the demon once again.

His feet walk down the hall, taking a right as he followed the direction Opera had mention earlier, arriving at dinner.

As expected, the many food placed on the long table, seats enough for two groups of ordinary family, the glint of his grandpa's eyes shivers him.

"Iruma kun~! It's breakfast time! Come, sit beside grandpa!" His grandpa cooed, patting the empty seat beside him.

Iruma sweat, laughing nervously as he take upon the offer, the seat pulled and push by the butler standing behind them. Iruma faced forward, straightening his back as he take both of the equipment to eat. His fork digged unto the unknown-named flesh, dropping them inside the blue haired mouth and munches it.

His eyes shines in happiness again, he chomped down one by one without realizing how fast he is. His stomach was far too hungry to care about anything at all.

He sigh in satisfaction eating the meat, wiping down the dirt beside his tiny lips and on his laps.

He look up and dead-panned, a grinning old man looking at him with a proud expression, waitting for him to talk about the food.

"The food's very good! I love it so much~ thank you, grandpa." He smiled once more, oh how much he misses this relaxed moments.

Once again, a mass nosebleed come upon the old man, really— this boy is going to be the death of him.

"So, Iruma, how was it? The bed's comfortable right? It's not too solid right? Not too many plushies? Or do you want more? No dirt that you sniffed right? You didn't get any bacteria right? Your blood tension is fine? Your—

"I'm perfectly fine grandpa, no need to fuss over such minor things. I felt really comfy inside it!" Iruma laughed, as he disturbed his grandpa's infinite questions that was going to be laid on him. He feels happy which is good, rather than shivering like a bunny before.

"Ehem." The sound interrupted, a familiar face showed up, the same butler who gladly gave him his breakfast this fine morning. His hair wiggles, tail swaying randomly as he eyed Iruma's grandpa.

Sullivan snapped his fingers, remembering something as he mouthed an 'O' with his mouth. His eyes still sewed shut as he smiles.

"Today, you'll be going to a demon school! It's perfectly normal, just like the school you used to go to!"

'I don't even go to school because my parents thought it's something that's not really important to waste money on.' Iruma gulped, remembering the times where he almost get locked for two days due to him begging to go to school and actually socialize. But sadly, his parents think otherwise.

Iruma nodded, taking the offer. "School? That exist?" He questioned, it's a question he has been wanting to ask his entire life time but never had the gut to ask it because of the creepy song the sang, it's truky terrifying, explaining human's flesh as if it's a luxurious, delicious, mouth-watering food. Well technically, it is for them.

"Ah, yes. We may look abnormal to you, but how our system works is quite familiar with the meat-stacks." Sullivan explained, showing a simple picture of the school. The design was far of from being called 'normal', the horns and deppressed color painted on the school's walls, the trees barely standing, it shouted demon.

"It's wonderful." He lied with an awkward twitchung smile, because truly— he could never mock something or even far to mocking somebody.

Sullivan agreed and nods after, he snapped the paper into thin air as if it never existed in the world. Sullivan stood up from his chair, walking backwards as he whispers something besides the butler's ear like a kindergarden child. His muttering was too tiny for the boy to hear.

Opera look—glared at Iruma, grasping the boy's shoulder as he speak, "Let's go, your grandpa and I would be following behind."

"Okay."

The blue haired boy took his suitcase, opening the grand door, lettingbthe fence open automatically. He waved at the two individual.

"IRUMMAAAA! WAIT PLEASE!" His grandpa shouted, running from the front door and arriving next to him with a quite large camera inside his grasp.

'Oh no, not this.' Iruma covered his face mentally, the photo was one of the worst thing that had ever been seen by the students, the shame won't go away, and now time's repeating itself again?! Oh no!

"Please take a photo right next to this board! It would be a lovely memory! It's going to be the main picture on the album!" Sullivan pleaded, his puppy eyes visible behind his thick foggy glasses, crying fake tears while getting up on both of his knees.

"U-uh,-" Iruma stuttered, feeling his sweat fastened each second, he really doesn't want to do this, but the way grandpa plead until it's like that oh my God-

"Please~"

Iruma gave up, he sighed inwardly as he walked near the cute gigantic board, being the one under the spotlight. He posed himself with the peace sign, standing quite angled sideways and smiled a toothy grin as the photo flashes the light.

"Thank you Iruma!" Sullivan shouted, finally, a real wave was given, saying goodbyes to the boy with blushing face.

Iruma shakes his head, mentally abused.

'This time is worse, Grandpa is wayy fanboying than before.'