It was stupid, truly.

You grumbled to yourself as you walked away from the student council room. You were now finished handing a few things to Lucifer and Diavolo, so you had all the time to do what you pleased until school started.

In two fucking hours.

"Why are you such an idiot Yuki? Couldn't you just have aimed for someone closer?" You huffed, holding a moderately sized bag that contained the presents Yuki prepared.

You scanned the numbers on the locker.

7051.

7051.

Yuki made sure to drill the number on your head yesterday.

You paused upon the sight of the number etched on a locker. It stood out from the ones beside it, having multiple stickers and various designs plastered on it.

You suppressed a sigh and put your bag down.

It would be easier if you had just left the whole bag here for him to unpack it, but it was your bag, and you'd be damned if you gave the bag away to him out of all people.

You silently arranged the presents neatly, not wanting them to cover much ground, but at the same time wouldn't get knocked over by a measly breeze.

It was quiet, save for the slight scuffling heard as you did your job. It was all going well, though you couldn't deny you were beginning to get a little hasty as the situation further dawned on your poor mind.

This might've been the most embarrassing thing you've ever done, and it was all thanks to Yuki.

With a frown, you squeezed a small box, only for it to slip out of your hand. Your eyes widened, trying to catch it with your foot.

That was proven to be a mistake once you kicked the item into the next locker, producing a loud bang through the nearly barren hallways.

So it came as no surprise as you heard the rushed footsteps heading towards you, prompting your expression to contort into a deadpan.

You made eye contact with a white-haired male. You both blinked at one another, both finding it unusual to see each other right at the moment.

Nonetheless, you were thankful he was the one who found you in such a circumstance.

Slowly, you lowered your foot. The box dropped to the ground and bounces slightly. Making direct eye contact with Solomon, you questioned.

"...Solomon? You're a student council member?"

"Oh, no no. I'm just here because of Asmo."

Your short lived relief dissipated into thin air as a certain champagne-haired male popped out from behind the wall Solomon came from.

"Solomon? It's not a killer, right?" His voice came out cutesy, though ultimately annoying.

Slowly, he rose from his spot, eyes carefully trailing to your form and observing you. You stared back, though dropping it once you felt unsettled.

Something about Asmodeus' eyes felt unnerving.

You instead switched your gaze to Solomon, who smiled at you. His eyes skimmed over you before the locker you were currently beside.

The gifts placed neatly on his locker, the small box you had just picked up, and a small letter on your hand was enough evidence for him to deduce the situation.

Though it may have been wrong.

"...(M/n). Good morning. Though, I'd like to know what you're doing in front of Asmo's locker...?" Solomon trailed off.

"Oh, that..." You eyed the letter warily, tempted to chuck it in the trash, or any other direction. The box however, you placed on top of the small pile without turning your body around.

A certain champagne-haired male blinked, processing the scene in front of him.

A guy who looked like he was caught in the act, a letter in his grasp, and an empty bag slung on his shoulder, avoiding his gaze.

"...Oh. Oh!" His face lit up at the realization.

"Oh?" You raised a brow.

"Oh geez. I'm sorry. I don't usually walk in on people placing their gifts on my locker." He gushed, a small blush now adorning his cheeks. "Sorry, love. I could pretend to not have seen it, though!"

"...Um." You glanced around, only to realize what he was talking about.

Your eyes flickered over to Solomon, who looked amused if anything. His crossed arms silently conveyed a smug aura. The sheer horror and panic visible in your eyes nearly made him burst out laughing.

"...Oh, is it because you're a guy?" Asmodeus pointed out. He then shook his head with a comforting smile. "Oh, dear. Don't be. I have males line up my door sometimes too."

"..." You froze in place, both in embarrassment and semi-disgust.

Not because he accepted guys, but because of how obnoxious he was.

"...(M/n), those presents and that letter..." Solomon started, feeling quite pitiful at your state now. "Those are yours, right?"

"..."

You opened your mouth to disagree, knowing Solomon was saying such so you had the opportunity to clear your name. You then paused before you could say anything.

Yuki told you not to disclose their name, didn't they?

Though your answer made you mentally shrivel up in disgust.

"Oh, um, yes."

"Ah, so shy! You're so cute, you know!" Asmodeus squealed. Solomon raised a brow at you, clearly not expecting for you to agree.

The champagne-haired male tugged at Solomon's arm and made his way towards you. You swallowed nervously as he stopped in front of you, scrutinizing you.

Then he grinned. "You're really cute. What's your name?"

"...Um, I like you. That's all." You awkwardly evaded his question by spurting out a confession to get this done and over with.

Asmodeus blinked twice, then he laughed. "Aah! You're too adorable! You're so awkward, it's endearing."

You forced out a smile, watching Solomon's expression to change back into amusement from the corner of your eye.

"So..."

"Ah, but alas..." Asmodeus lost his grin and frowned, feeling pity for you. "I may not know you very well, but I can say–"

He stretched it out.

He went on and on, obviously leading to a rejection. It was just him trying to seem nicer about it.

Your smile eventually got lost, now looking at him blankly as he continued to go off.

It was embarrassing, really.

You just weren't sure if it was you or him.

"Asmodeus..."

"I'm sorry, I really am." He grabbed your hands, catching you off guard. Your eyes widened. He placed it on his chest, trying to seem more empathetic. You looked stupefied.

"...Okay, uh, I got it, alright?" You hurriedly tore your hands from his, catching him by surprise. "You can stop now, geez."

"Are you upset?" Asmodeus frowned at the cold attitude. You rolled your eyes. "Oh, of course not. I just got rejected so I most certainly ain't upset."

"...Should I..." You failed to hear his next words as he grew quieter. You tilted your head to the side slightly in confusion. "Hm?"

"...Maybe I should give it a shot..."

Your eyes, once again, widened in dread. This didn't mean what you thought it meant, right?

"...What shot?"

"Maybe I should give you a...chance?" He looked at you, batting his eyelashes to flaunt his beauty. You weren't enamored, truly.

You immediately backed away. Asmodeus grew confused. Swallowing thickly, you shook your head, putting your hands up directly in front of your torso to deny the offer.

You needed to get out of this situation. Fast.

Yuki would be receiving an earful later on.

"...It's fine. I don't need you to give me a chance. You've said you reject me already, right?"

"Um, no I haven't?"

"Oh. Shit, are you sure? You kept dragging it on until you eventually lost my attention." You remarked sarcastically. Asmodeus leaned back a bit, visibly surprised by your words.

This...wasn't how he was usually confronted by people who were confessing to him.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you spoke. "Well you were building up to it, so you technically have. Anyway, it's nice finally letting you know and being rejected. I can finally move on and live a normal life. Thank you."

The way you spoke was so stiff, almost robotic to the point it was like you had been reading from a script. Your face was blank and your voice was monotone. You did a quick small bow.

Solomon's face contorted into a look that was suppressing a laugh.

Asmodeus was too shocked to even say anything.

You held the envelope between two of your fingers, flashing it at the champagne-haired male. It wasn't like he didn't see it already, anyway.

"Anyway, you can keep the items, but I'll be taking this, alright?"

"...You were supposed to give that envelope to me, so why not just leave it?" Asmodeus inquired curiously. You shrugged.

'Because you might recognize Yuki's style of writing and ruin any other future attempts?'

"Because I've been caught in the act, rejected. Why would you need to read a confession letter when you've rejected me already?"

"Hey! I didn't reject you!"

"Yet." You hummed, amused by his persuasion. "I'll get going. I have to take care of a few things before class, so see you whenever, I suppose–"

"Hold on." He once again grasped your wrist. Your brows furrowed, staring at his hand with an irritated look.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

"What is it now?"

"Why do you look so repulsed by my touch?" Asmodeus pursed his lips, acting cute. You took his hand with your other hand and removed his touch, releasing a finger one by one.

He watched as you delicately held him in an affectionate manner. He gasped internally.

"I'm not, but you're really persistent in having me stay to discuss this matter." You shook your head, annoyed. "Can't we just conclude this already? You're wasting my time."

"Hm? But you were the one who confessed to me! Aren't I kind as to lend you my time, even though you're pretty rude?"

"...I'm leaving."

"Heyyy! I still want to talk, hold on!" He clung to your blazer, much to your dismay. You bit your tongue mildly to prevent yourself from spewing out unwanted words.

Just how could you escape this situation and hopefully get him to fuck off?

...

"...You know, if you keep clinging to me and wanting to spend longer time with me, I might find myself unable to move on. Aren't you cruel?"

You pressed your lips into a thin line as you stared at the empty corridor in front of you. You were currently facing away from the duo, much to your gratitude.

"...!" Asmodeus' eyes widened at your words.

Your voice was meek, almost pitiful. Your stance slackened, looking slightly defeated.

He couldn't see your face, but based on how your body became sluggish relatively quickly, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart at the realization.

It was a curse to be quite decent at acting.

"...I'm so sorry, darling."

"..." Ex--cuse me, what the hell?

"I... didn't notice that." Asmodeus' voice trembled slightly, looking as though he was about to shed a tear. You swallowed thickly. "O-oh, um, well..."

"...No wonder you were being rude. It must be hard getting rejected. By me, no less."

"..." You arrogant fuck.

"I understand." He looked you right in the eye, making you look away.

"...sure." Once again, you tugged on his hand to remove the grip on your blazer.

Asmodeus' eyes shone at the small contact. The second time today, he noted. Your hand was (warm/cold), feeling quite (soft/calloused). It was comforting, in a sense.

He liked it.

And your touch wasn't limited to his hand only.

"I'll get going, then. Since you understand." You began to walk away, shoes tapping against the cold hard floor, echoing through the nearly barren hallways.

"I understand...which is why I'm giving you a chance!"

You froze upon his declaration. You shivered, horrified by his epiphany.

"You really shouldn't. I... I'm fine with being turned down! I-in fact I'd prefer–"

"No. I've decided to give you an answer after getting to know you." He smiled sickeningly sweetly, puffing out his chest in pride, thinking he had just done you a favor.

You were, to put it simply, horrified. It was a good thing you were facing away from them.

"Yes, and I'm rejecting this chance you're bestowing upon me, alright? I...I'm not looking to be disappointed." You spared him a glance before walking away with haste.

The moment he reached a hand out and spoke a meek "Wait–!", was when you broke out into a sprint and left.

You mentally cursed yourself for what happened.