A Violet Flame

Episode 17

"Satan is here?!" Bon shouted, standing up suddenly as his chair knocked onto the floor.

"Yes, but right now he's simply being watched," Yukio stated.

"What do you mean he's being watched? Satan is a murderer!" Bon shouted. "Where is he?!"

"He goes by a human name but I'm not to disclose that information. Just know that although he's being watched right now, he has no idea that this school is training exorcists. Now, lets begin class."

Yukio turned around to write something on the board when the classroom door burst open and all attention turned to the disruption.

Rin walked through the door followed by Sadao.

"Come on! Love me~" Sadao whined.

"Go away and leave me alone!" Rin shouted, going to his seat and sitting down.

It was dead silent as the class looked at Sadao, taking in his appearance.
Yukio's mouth hung open as the chalk fell from his hand and his eyes flickered about the room.

"Who're you?" Izumo questioned.

"Hm? Oh, I'm Sadao Maou, it's nice to meet you."

Yukio cleared his throat, "Lets continue on with the lesson now and Rin, put your phone up." He then turned to  continue  writing  on the  board.

"What kind of class is this?" Sadao asked as he sat down as close to Rin as possible.

"So continuing on with what I was saying," Yukio began, trying to advert attend towards himself.

"So today's Valentine's day," Sadao whispered.

"And what's it to you?" Rin questioned, continuing to text under the desk.

"Well I was thinking we could spend it together."

At this Rin paused and slowly turned his head to Sadao, a disgusted look on his face. "Are you asking me out? Dude, Just no! I'm already dating someone and you're...You! That's just wrong," Rin whispered.

"You're seeing someone!" Sadao shouted, standing up and warning everyone's attention again.

"Rin is dating someone? I feel sorry for her," Izumo commented.

"Wow, I didn't know that," Shiemi said.

"Will you all calm down?" Yukio said, "And Rin, who is this person you're dating?"

"It's none of your business!" Rin responded, his face red. He buried himself into his arms as he laid over the desk, embarrassment washing over him.