Behind the Astrology section

Routine.

- I'm afraid I am not used to make such... Small uniforms, young imp.

Blitz rolled his eyes. It was the first sentence of that massive spider... Thing, and he was already annoyed.

- I bet you ain't. But I swear it's for me. I go to that school every day, so I need a uniform, ASAP.

The tailor slowly looked the small demon up and down with expert eyes, before nodding.

- Alright, I wouldn't call myself a tailor if I couldn't sew a proper uniform for everyone, right ?

The imp sighed, relieved.

- Yeah, exactly. Now when can I have it ? I need it before monday.

- You can come back friday.

Blitz dropped the money on the large counter under the confused glare of the tailor, before stomping out of the shop. He's been saving his own money and stealing more from his drunk ass father to pay for that stupid uniform, it better be ready on friday.

The imp shivered under the cold breeze of winter, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep them warm on his way to school. The neighborhood was still asleep, the immense houses and Disney princess like castles were silent, all drowned into the thick morning fog and the air was filled with a weird smell, a mix of wet concrete and detergent. Only a few shadows were moving around the houses, small and quiet, probably some maids and butlers, frantically cleaning and washing their rich owner's shit. These royals will soon enough need people to even whipe there ass at this point.

Speaking of rich owner, Blitz couldn't help his mind to wander to the frowned heart shape face of the annoying owl boy. To his big, ridiculously innocent eyes. The his pale expressive face. To his long, dark fingers. To his thin waist. To his slender legs, to his swaying hips, to his- hold on.

Blitz shaked his head nervously. What the hell was he thinking about ? Stolas was nothing more than another one of these pompous, royal assholes and only talked to him out of some stupid hero syndrom. Because there was no way a Goetia would actually, genuinely care about him, right ? No one cares about the small circus clown.

With a groan, Blitz pushed the usual doors of the school, quickly hit by the murmurs and sighs on his path. Why did they seem louder than usual ? why did he notice the black paint on his locker ? Why did the dozen of clown red noses falling off it hurt him, this time ?

The imp slammed the door of his locker, noticing the broken chains for the first time in weeks.

- Fuck me...

His ears still filled with all the whispers around him, Blitz kept his head low on his way to his science class, not wanting to see the disgusted looks that followed him everywhere.