Kasha Kasha (Gen)

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A/N: Hi, everyone! Before we begin, I'd like to just say I'm so very proud to finally present to you my full piece for "Welcome to Daily Life, Iruma-kun!" It's a Mairimashita! Iruma-kun Zine piece I finished work on last year and subsequently was able to post on AO3 in March of this year. I apologize that it took so long to get around to posting here as well😅
In any case, this oneshot has a low rating (posted as "General Audiences" on ao3) so there aren't many warnings to put here. In specific, this fic will contain some shippy moments/background ship implications between some of the misfits, and contains the author's poorly contained love of sticking different characters (demons in the case of this fic) in dresses. It also takes place during the Music Festival Arc for the manga, so while it's not overly spoilery, watch out if you're avoiding anything past what's been animated so far!
And with all that, I hope you all enjoy!💖

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There's only one more day until joint practice day, where the dance team will rendezvous with the music team. A room full of misfits brims with barely contained excitement and anticipation; however, as the dancing group, consisting of Asmodeus Alice, Valac Clara, Shax Lied, Andro M. Jazz, Ix Elizabetta, Gaap Goemon, Sabnock Sabro, Agares Picero, Allocer Schneider, and Caim Kamui, stand in their designated practice room, they can't help but chatter amongst themselves.

Just yesterday, after hours of rough training, Crocell Kerori had finally deemed this motley crew ready. They're finally ready for joint practice.

So, why are they here?

Asmodeus scoffs. "Did you really believe that we'd receive a day off? Honestly–"

"It could happen!" Lied pipes up, interrupting him.

"I hope…" Agares yawns. "It better… All I–" he yawns again, not deigning to complete that thought.

Jazz joins Lied, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Yeah! Maybe Crocell just brought us here to–"

"What if it's a party?" Clara bursts out. She ignores Asmodeus as he begins to chastise her for interrupting her classmate. "Maybe there will be games, and a devi feast, and… and, and! Maybe Iruma-kins will even be there! And I'll get to–

"Don't." Asmodeus sighs, pressing a palm to his forehead. "You know we're never allowed to see Master Iruma this soon."

Lied's gaze settles on Elizabetta, his eyebrows scrunching up. "...Big sis?" 

At Lied's utterance, Jazz's eyes flit between the misfits, landing on Elizabetta as well.

Elizabetta is standing up straight with her hand raised high, palm flat. Her lips are curved into a polite smile.

"Yes, big sis?"

The room quickly falls silent. Nine pairs of eyes shift to the front of the room where none other than Crocell Kerori herself stands on a raised platform, glaring down coldly upon the misfits.

Or, perhaps, some of the misfits wouldn’t exactly use the word “cold”. Her general air carries coldness with it, yes. Her current stance emanates superiority, but her expression isn’t simply “cold” or “prideful”. If anything, her expression is seemingly unreadable as she stands upon the platform, waiting for Elizabetta to speak. To say that each and every misfit in the room is at least a little concerned by this, if not curious, would be an understatement. It’s almost as if they’ve shared the same question since their arrival: What is she planning?

Elizabetta voices her question, “What are we here for?”

Direct. To the point. Kerori answers in turn without hesitation, as if she'd been anticipating such a question.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 25 ⏰

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