One of the Brothers

"Stay Gold, Goldie!"

"So...how many times have you seen him naked?"

Chatter filled the classroom as I kept my eyes glued to my homework. Not startled by the question or the shadows that loomed only over me, I replied, "Who are we talking about this time?"

"Oh, Asmodeus, duh." Female giggles and shuffling shook my ears as the annoyance rose to my head and concentration.

All of a sudden, math homework didn't seem all that important. Looking up to see five beautiful girls eager to hear my response, I couldn't help but pity them, knowing that Asmodeus would never hold the same amount of love for the girls as much as they did for him. Quickly checking my wristwatch, I scribbled in the last answer as the school bell sang out its final song of the day.

"I have never seen him fully naked," I stated as I picked up my school supplies and stuffed them into my backpack. "Although, I see him shirtless at least three times a week," I got up from my desk as the other girls' disappointed faces made me regret choosing a seat at the front instead of the back. "He usually asks me to help put body lotion on him. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't." I flashed a smile, putting my hand on the closest girl's shoulder, "It depends on how much grimm I have on me."

And with that, I hoped that the desires that lived within those girls' hearts stayed intact as I trudged out the classroom, praying that none of the brothers were waiting for me. Walking through the crowded hall helped disguise my presence from any nonhuman acquaintances, but, despite that, love was in the air as demon couples made it hard to not accidentally graze the skirts and arms of many. With my hands stuffed in my uniform pockets, I focused on looking down, but luck constantly tested me in this world, noticing the lack of legs and shadows near me. The floor suddenly only seemed to have my legs walking as I passed by students standing on the sides, but I could hear another set of footsteps clicking toward me. Sensing pride and consternation flow through my head, my eyes came into contact with a familiar, taller figure.

"Good afternoon, MC." A dulcet voice fixed my slumped body as I instinctively stood straighter with my feet placed at a 45 degree angle.

"G-Good afternoon, Lucifer, sir," my voice cracked as I continued, "I was about to head to the student council room."

"There will be no need for that," commanded the oldest brother as his eyes burned their presence into my memory. "Diavolo cancelled it since he has family matters to attend to."

"Excuse my ignorance, but why can't you just run the meeting?"

"That was the plan," Lucifer annoyingly explained, motioning for me to walk with him, "but you know Diavolo. He asked me to consider this as a day-off."

I had to chuckle, even if I did cover it with a cough, although Lucifer knew what I was doing. Every pair of eyes were on us, and I could sense a thousand daggers stabbing me from every direction, but mainly from the female student population. If only they knew...

"MC, are those your friends?" Lucifer's voice softened, glancing at the group of girls from earlier. They all awkwardly waved as I nodded back, honest and florid blushes dusting their cheeks.

"Um, they are just friendly classmates." I said as I returned my eyes to the floor.

"You know, if you ever want to invite any of your friends to the house, I'm sure we can arrange something."

"...Alright."

Still sensing the spotlight on us, I hesitantly asked, "Um, Lucifer, you sense the stares, too, right?" He hummed in response, and neither one of us spoke up after that. It was until we were outside the school and exposed to the fresh air that highlighted the nightly colors of the sky when we were able to talk again. Lucifer asked me if there was a place I wanted to go to before we went back home, but I didn't have anything in mind. Then again, I never did.