Hell Born

*Uncertainty*

Angels vs devils is a trope as old as time and with good reason. The two species are polar opposites. One hailing from the realm of light, the other of darkness. Bound against each other by the laws of nature and balance.

Over time they've learned to keep their distance, never interacting unless they needed to. A sort of unspoken rule, that unless obligated to - do not engage.

A rule that was lost on a demon who never learned to control himself and an angel who was always eager to fight.

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"Do you know why I called you here?"

San, Wooyoung, Yeosang and Jongho sat in front of the principal of their school: Wooyoung, with a swollen eye; Jongho, with his head hanging in shame; San, glaring at Yeosang and the angel looking rather apathetic to the whole situation. "Well?"

"P-Principal Jaebeom," Wooyoung stuttered. "It's all a misunderstanding." The principal raised his brow, leaning back in his chair, unconvinced.

"And why are you the one to tell me this? You're the one who got punched. If anything, Mr Choi here should be saying this." Wooyoung stayed silent and Jongho buried his face in his hands.

"Now, step by step, take me through what happened."

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The bell for first break had finally rung and San jumped from his seat with a grin, eager to speak with Wooyoung. They had made a plan to meet at the back of the school and have lunch there. After what had happened the other night, he was a little nervous to be around him. San was afraid he had gone too far yet Wooyoung seemed to take it as quite the opposite. He wouldn't let go of him for even a second and practically clung to the demon's arm during their first lesson. If they didn't seem close before, they were inseparable now. So San figured it was time they made things official.

Grinning ear to ear, the blonde waved him over from the bench he was sitting at. "Hi, Woo!" Greeted San.

"You seem nervous," Wooyoung chuckled once San sat down. "Did something happen after first period?"

"No no, I'm just thinking about...well...us." Wooyoung felt his heart stop.

"U-Us?"

As this was going on, Yeosang and Jongho walked out as well. Engaging in their usual and pleasant conversations. "I thought I told you not to speak to the teacher like that!" Jongho scolded.

Yeosang scoffed, holding the door open for the younger. "All I said was that his hair looked like it belonged on a chimps ass."

"I mean you were right, but you're not supposed to tell him to his face!"

"Wooyoung," San took his hands, grinning shyly. "I know things have been strange recently, and I'm not exactly normal but I'm so glad I've had you by my side to make things better."

"S-San...?"

San looked into his eyes. "But you make me feel like I'm normal, and you accept me for who I am. When I see you, it's like someone's set fire to my body. In a good way though. You're like a literal light in my life that brings me more happiness than you can imagine! I've never felt this way about anyone before."

"Humans, so petty. Why get upset over such trivial things?" Yeosang muttered under his breath. His blonde hair flared ever so slightly and Jongho couldn't help but groan at his discourteous attitude.

"Quite it Yeosang. Keep talking like that and you'll make everyone hate you."

"As if I care what they think. I'll outlive everyone here anyways. It's not like their opinions actually mean anything to me." They continued walking around the building, going back and forth about it until their eyes landed on the Woosan duo. Jongho simply scoffed at them.