HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE-SHOT - BELPHEGOR

"YOU ARE QUITE PECULIAR, AREN'T YOU?"

INSPIRED BY MELANIE MARTINEZ' "FIRE DRILL"

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THERE'S A NEW TRANSFER-STUDENT in your highschool. He had the best grades and ranked on the highest rank. The only problem is, he always sleeps in class. Not only does he sleep, but he asked you a favor in waking him up every after class.

"Hey, it's time for Literature Writing." you shook his shoulder lightly. 

Belphegor groaned and raised his head up, yawning as he rubbed his eyes. He looked up to you, obviously exhausted, "Yeah. Okay. Let's go together."

You didn't say no to him, after all, you are both classmates. 

The walk to Mrs. Dievara's classroom was quiet. Thankfully, it wasn't awkward at all.

Finally reaching the room, you pushed the door open and before you knew it, you were suddenly splashed with water. Your clothes were soaked wet and your hair covered your eyes, it wasn't a surprise - you were quite used to this. You couldn't even count how many times this has happened to you.

I've never fit into any category, always deemed an outcast

Surely, you had the best grades as well - you were the second in the rankings. But those people don't base on intelligence. They judge you based on a rumor. A deadly one that scattered quickly like wildfire in a forest - destroying everything.

The whole class was laughing at you, making you look down on the floor.

"Come on, let's go to the locker room." Belphegor grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. His other hand was on the doorknob as he slammed the door shut; the loud slam made everyone quiet inside.

You didn't make a sound of protest, it wasn't the first time that Belphegor was like that. 

Since I was in Sunday School and all the cool kids said I was weird.

The demon waited outside the changing room patiently with his back against the wall, his pillow tucked under his chin. 

Once you were done, his eyes darted towards you.

"I'm sorry that I didn't bring any change," you scratched the back of your head, "I'll bring back your uniform tomorrow, nice and clean." He only nodded as a response, making the awkward smile on your face twitch into a genuine one.

"Thank you, Belphie."

It made him look at you. You started panicking.

"I'm sorry!" you apologized, flustered. "Should I not call you that?"

Belphegor shook his head, "I don't mind. Let's go, shall we?"

You nodded in a fast tone making you dizzy for a while, "Sure, yeah. Let's go back to Literature Writing - they probably started already --" you were cut off when he pulled your hand again, dragging you somewhere in the opposite direction of the classroom.

This boy should stop dragging me to places.

The speaker made a ringing sound; you winced at it.

"Attention, we will have a fire drill. We hope, you students, will take this seriously." The principal spoke in a stern tone.

Your eyes then peered on Belphegor's hand who was still holding it tight. "Are we going to participate in the drill?" you questioned.