I wrote five pages, only to decide to go in a different direction, lol. OTL

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Iruma stared at his phone with a sad smile, sent a message to his mother about the change in his plans, and turned towards Clara and Asmodeus. He observed them as they quietly bickered over what they should do for their own date, since Asmodeus had needed his intervention.

Clara loved to play loud messy games, Asmodeus was neat and calm. They balanced each other, but sometimes Asmodeus shut off and simply went to him for refuge.

"Why don't the two of you go to the movies?"

The two of them looked over in confusion.

Iruma shrunk into himself, "I don't know what's showing, but do you think you guys could find something agreeable to see?"

Asmodeus hummed before pulling out his phone, "Perhaps? I haven't been to a public theater in some time, myself…"

Clara gave him an odd look, and Iruma made sure to clarify, "You're checking the movies, right? Not theater's like for musicals and plays, right?"

Asmodeus was quiet for a moment, before looking at him plainly, "Do you honestly think I'd drag Clara to a play? I can barely stand them, and I grew up watching them!"

Iruma relaxed and chuckled lightly, "Sorry, I just had to make sure."

Asmodeus sighed as Clara pulled on his arm to look over his phone screen to see what he was looking through. It took some time, as well as checking a few movie trailers, before the two of them came to a decision on what movie to see. Asmodeus reserved two tickets, and then tilted his head, "But what should we do afterwards?"

Iruma tapped his chin, "Why not just follow the mood? Like, maybe go out for some food, drop into some shops, the mall, or check out the arcade?"

Clara nodded with a smile before pouting, "But what about you? Weren't your plans canceled?"

Iruma waved casually, "It's no big deal, I want the two of you to have fun. Though, if it bothers you too much, you can always bring me a souvenir from your date." Which was kind of silly, but if it made them feel better…

Asmodeus and Clara nodded enthusiastically, "Of course! I'll look for an absolutely spectacular gift for you, Iruma-sama!"

Iruma huffed silently before chuckling lightly, "I'll look forward to it, but buy something for one another too, okay?"

The two nodded, and Iruma felt pleased.

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After Asmodeus and Clara parted from him after school, he was surprised to run straight into Sullivan dressed up, while Opera seemed to also be done up a little as they both bombarded him at the front door.

"Iruma-ku~n! Is it true your plans were canceled..?" Iruma couldn't help but take a half step in retreat of his enthusiasm, "Then accompany Grandpa for your first Deviculum debut! Let's go, let's go!"

Opera pulled Iruma along as they looked him over, before having him swiftly freshen up while putting out his suit for the evening. It took him only two minutes to refresh and put on a new layer of masking cologne. Opera left him to put on his pants and dress shirt, before returning to help with his jacket and ascot. They made quick work of his hair, tying it back simply while leaving out a small section of bangs to frame his face.

They hummed as they had him stand to make sure there wasn't a single thread out of place or wrinkle, handed him a set of black gloves, and then they were off.

Opera drove the carriage, while Iruma rode with Sullivan. He cleared his throat softly, "So what sort of event was this again?"

Sullivan hummed happily, "A Deviculum? It's where high Ranking and influential individuals mingle. There's food, dancing, and it's a place to make connections for your future."

Iruma tugged at his gloves, as he noted how his one middle finger was bare to show off the Ring of Gluttony. "So it's something rich people do..? I don't know how to dance, and I haven't learned any etiquette… is it really okay for me to go?"

Sullivan waved offhandedly, "Of course! It's your first time going to one, and young ones are always given a little leeway in judgment! Plus, you're my grandson! If anyone were to badmouth you…" Shadows stretched over his face as something leaked into his voice, "They'll swiftly learn to hold their tongue."

Iruma swallowed thickly as sweat trickled down his temple, "Uhm, I'll just do my best to not embarrass you, so don't worry about it!"

Sullivan snorted good naturally, "Iruma-kun, everything you do is so adorable, there's no way that's even possible!"

Iruma laughed nervously, before glancing out the window.

No one he knew would be there, so it would probably be fine.

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When they arrived at the venue, it looked like a massive mansion property. Once they entered, Iruma was immediately overwhelmed by how opulent and shiny everything was. Even the food somehow sparkled with how high class it was!

Opera stuck close to his back as he looked around while his Grandfather began to greet others. There were a handful of things he wanted to try tasting, so he took a plate and immediately began taking small sampling portions of anything that caught his eye as well as a roll.

He was about to start eating when Opera hummed in interest. "Iruma-sama, Lady Ameri-sama is in attendance." Iruma turned and noted her. His expression brightened at seeing a familiar face, and Opera gently grasped his shoulder the moment he set his food down to go greet her. "Hold on, this is a Deviculum." They bent close to speak to him in a gentle, yet firm quiet tone. "You are not at school, and there is greeting etiquette that must be observed, understand?"

Iruma straightened with a serious face and nodded, "Yes. What do I need to do?"

Opera placed their other hand on his other shoulder to give him a gentle squeeze, "You should approach her with confidence, call her 'Lady,' and ask her for a dance."

Iruma nodded before pursing his lips, "But I don't know how to dance for an event like this."

Opera smiled in a mysterious, yet mischievous way, "I'm sure you'll figure out a way to protect your pride."

They patted him on the shoulder, and while he wanted to protest being prideful, Opera already had pulled away with confidence in his abilities. He pouted at them for a second before quietly grumbling, "Please teach me, for next time."

Opera nodded, and Iruma turned back to where Ameri was, straightened his shoulders, thought about everything he'd learned from the Music Festival, and made that his confidence as he approached with one hand ready in front of his chest, and the other bent behind him. "Lady Ameri!" He got down on one knee as he offered his hand towards her, "May I have this dance?"

Ameri seemed to be completely shocked by his presence, but it only took her a moment to recover and give him a silent nod as she gracefully took his hand. There was a lot of commotion, and his cat ears kept twitching in every direction trying to grab onto each and every whisper. However, Henri and Sullivan's voices broke through the cacophony, and Iruma slowly stood as he glanced around. "We're attracting a lot of attention here…" And the last thing he wanted to do was embarrass Ameri or his Grandfather. "Come with me."

He clasped her gloved hand and took her out towards the inner gardens. He noticed a fountain, lit up from within as the stars and full dual moons glowed brightly outside. His heart raced in anticipation, before he stopped near it and turned to her while taking both of her hands, "Shall we, Ameri-san?"

Ameri nodded, and Iruma tugged her hand, and since she instinctively resisted, he tripped while half spinning as she raised his arm to keep him upright. "Iruma..?"

Iruma flinched before he flushed while his cat ears drooped down, and turned his face away from her. "M'... s'ry…" Ameri tilted her head with a hum in confusion before Iruma turned his face back towards her and exclaimed, "I'm sorry! I can't dance!"

Ameri flinched at his abrupt outburst, "Huh? Oh-Okay!"

Iruma immediately began to explain himself while flailing slightly, "O-Opera-san said that it's best to greet a Lady by asking her to dance! B-but, I've never learned how to dance! So, I didn't want to embarrass you, y'see, so I took you someplace no one could see us…" He ran out steam as he gripped the bottom of his dress shirt, a sure-sign of feeling particularly shy. "I'm so sowee…" He kind of wanted to cry.

Ameri couldn't help the laugh she tried to hold back, "Pfft, Ahahaha, I see! Well, that is so very like you." She let out another short chuckle before she took the lead and lent him her hand, "Come. I'll teach you."

Iruma brightened, glad he hadn't offended her, and gratefully took her hand. She led them to a set of stairs on the other side of the garden, and after nearing the top, stopped while leading him to take the extra step up to be at a more even height. That way, he also wouldn't worry about stepping on her, and they could easily focus on her lesson. She placed her left hand on his right shoulder, and took his left hand to lead. His right hand overed just over her skin, being painfully respectful, and she couldn't help but find the action charming.

She explained what he needed to do, and began a three count. The music was far away in the distance, but they easily fell into time with it as they led one another in a simple dance.

Iruma observed Ameri's expressions amidst their easy companionable silence. He was happy to finally be with her after not seeing one another for so long, and he had so much he wanted to cautiously explain and question her about himself.

…Because they hadn't had the chance to really talk since that day, when he'd realized his human guardians were dead, that two of the people he cared about greatly as friends had been present to see him at his angriest, and…

Well. He was glad that she hadn't been avoiding him. If a Deviculum was an important social event to make connections, he could understand why she would have to drop their plans.

She was following her Ambition, and he respected that.

Holding her hand, he felt her Mana burst with elated joy before she spun herself in his hand. He was careful not to fall too far forward, and finally decided to break the silence as they fell back into their easy dance. "You know, the whole time we've been apart, I've been thinking about who you are to me… But, seeing you again after so long, I think I finally have an answer." He gave her a genuine smile as he gently clasped her leading hand, "You are most wonderful while following your Ambition, and I feel like I can do my best whenever I'm with you. You showed me a goal, and you're waiting for me…"

"That's why I think you are someone I would like to get much, much closer to…"

With the way she had been looking at him, and the swell of hopeful affection that was nearly bursting from the surface of her Mana between their hands, he shouldn't have been so surprised when she abruptly hugged him. Her hold was comfortably tight, and he tried not to let the feeling of her body fluster him, but then she went and tucked her face into his shoulder and breathed.

He… had no idea why all of those things together nearly sent him offline, but he couldn't help but hold himself particularly still as he took her weight and desperately tried to figure out where to put his hands for the sake of ignoring how warm his body and shoulder was-!

Ameri took in a short emotional breath while speaking into his jacket, "...Me too… I was thinking the same thing… All this time."

The wind blew while Ameri rode out her swell of emotion, before embarrassment kicked in and she abruptly pulled back from him and reeled from her own actions. "W-What am I saying!?" She turned partially away as she rubbed at the back of her neck while making poorly formulated excuses for her actions, "A ha ha, y-you just suddenly started praising me out of nowhere…" She began to look back towards him, "A-and I got embarrassed," She slowly trailed off as she took in Iruma's expression, "So I…"

Iruma grasped his shoulder where she'd breathed into him, while death gripping the bottom of his shirt for a moment to recover. He felt hot, and he couldn't help but sweat a little as his thoughts completely jumbled into themselves.

He didn't even realize that Ameri had noticed whatever expression he was making, because he was far too involved with the feeling of his fangs being on edge.

He knew how he felt about Alice and Clara. He felt as if they were destined for one another, and that they were Soulmates. A Love Trio.

He could accept one day having them as life partners. His mother had Kalego and Shichirou, so it seemed, to some degree, acceptable.

This threw a wrench into his thought process thus far. He hadn't accounted for the realization that he might feel strongly, deeply, truly in love with Ameri as well.

He had no plans to be in a relationship with anyone at this time, because he needed time to learn about his own person and be selfish for once. He had to have that, before he committed to anyone, and began giving himself away.

But he had approached Ameri as a guide in his life, someone he admired and appreciated. Ameri was someone who he could spend time with, while reading through Shoujo Manga, and talk about the romance of 2D characters.

He hadn't anticipated that Ameri could feel something for him, and feel it to the point that he responded.

Iruma didn't understand the desire that his fangs were introducing him to. The way he'd glanced at the junction of her neck as she'd held him, how smooth and markable it was-!

He slowly released the bottom of his shirt as he tried to align his thoughts and feelings back into some semblance of normal.

Sullivan calling his name from across the yard pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts with a short gasp as he dropped his hand and hastily bowed slightly towards his partner, "Th-thank you for teaching me, Ameri-san!"

Ameri nodded with a small partially curtsied bow before turning and noting her father, along with Lord Sullivan and Opera. "You're welcome, Iruma."

The adults took over things from there, but as they parted ways, Ameri made one last desperate glance towards Iruma, just to make sure he wasn't upset with her-

And he glanced back with a small shy flush, and waved a silent goodbye.

He messaged her with a new time to meet soon later that night, and she nearly squealed as she hugged her phone to herself and flopped back onto her bed with a dreamy sigh.

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Iruma needed to bite something.

He held in the urge, and desperately hoped the feeling would go away as time passed from evening into morning-

But no.

His fangs were still on edge, which made it so much more awkward for him while eating… because while he was biting into his food, It. Wasn't. Helping.

He tried to hide his confused discomfort from Opera and Sullivan, but he was an open book, so he just vehemently shook his head when they tried to pry what was wrong out of him and mumbled, "Nothing."

Iruma fled to the sanctuary of his room where he started to rummage through various things to try and occupy his mind.

Eventually he found one of the books he'd found in their personal library that discussed courting rituals, as well as other… adultish things, when he'd needed to figure out what was going on between himself and Kerori.

Which brought him to his biggest problem to acknowledge.

He was in love, real love, with four people.

Could someone do that? He didn't want to be the sort of person who emotionally or physically cheated on anyone, so how should he deal with this? Because while he wasn't as deeply in love with Kerori (and he easily suspected vice-versa), he did recognize that they were at a point with Mana sharing that Claiming one another was inevitable. One severe emotional upheaval would be plenty enough to tip the scales over the edge, and… something could happen.

Not that he entirely understood what Claiming or Marking meant, but that's what he was going to read on now.

But first, his fangs. He was ready to just bite into his own arm as he ground and grit his teeth with far too many emotions clogging up his chest and throat. His tail thrashed in agitation as he plopped down at his desk and tried to look through the index for his specific, immediate problem.

Iruma should probably just ask Kalego or Shichirou, but the thought of doing so made him want to bury himself under the covers and scream into his mattress.

So… no. He would try and sort himself out privately, before verbalizing any of his humiliating thoughts elsewhere.

It sadly took three tries to finally find a possible lead in the index, and turned to the directed page.

Iruma took in a deep steadying breath, before exhaling slowly to read what the page had to say about his fang sensitivity.

It wasn't much, before going into Claim/Marking. But… It quickly made sense as to why.

They were inherently intermingled with one another. Resisting the urge to Bite took an unprecedented amount of mental fortitude once it became overwhelming, and even then, was rarely successfully avoided. More plainly, if one initiated a Mark, the other would eventually follow, no matter how much they resisted.

It was so rare to ignore one's instincts in this, that there wasn't even a precedent for it. The passage was a little around the bush about it, but once one's fangs became sensitive towards someone, the risk of that sensitivity growing stronger only grew. There was no particularly known cure for it, because most simply went along with their desires. It was too much of a hassle, and a possible Wicked Phase trigger, to avoid.

So Iruma clenched his eyes shut, took in a deep breath, and shut the book with a strong thud.

He pulled out his phone and texted Kalego.

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Escaping Opera's concerned gaze had been a little guilt-inducing for him, but Iruma managed it.

Kalego landed just out of sight of the Sullivan household to pick him up, and flew the two of them to his house.

While Iruma was compliant in his hold, there was something particularly stiff about him, and he completely understood why from his short texts. There wasn't much of anything he could say that would be a comfort, but he would try his hardest to help his pup through this.

Kalego landed easily, and after opening the door, swiftly shuffled his son through and locked it behind them.

Iruma looked around his home for a moment with interest, clearly scenting out the place, but never truly relaxing.

Kalego observed him, and just before he could try to coax him forward Iruma's breath hitched as he hunched into his shoulders, "Dad, I- What am I going to do..?"

His voice was filled with so much emotion, and Kalego had to take a second to breathe, because Iruma wasn't looking to him at this moment as a teacher, but as his Father. He couldn't fail his pup- his son, when he was so lost.

He just didn't know if there was anything he could do to help!

Kalego closed his eyes, took in a deep breath to center himself, before opening them as he stepped forward and finally coaxed Iruma towards his kitchen, "Tell me everything that happened- all of it. I don't care if it's embarrassing. I need to know every little detail to help you figure out why this happened."

Iruma settled onto the nearby couch he was directed to, while Kalego moved away to his counter space to begin making a calming tea. Shichirou would have been the better shoulder to cry on, but he could understand why Iruma would turn to him instead.

Maybe it was a leftover instinct from the womb, that led him to ask the man who'd Marked his mother while in such a precarious state.

Kalego fully focused on Iruma's every word the moment he began to recount the previous evening. It had started out innocently enough- nothing strange or out of the ordinary.

Until he'd been hugged and breathed on.

Kalego internally sighed at that, as his dog groaned with wolfish frustration at the many instances of such simple troubles.

He handed the fresh cup of calming tea to his son, and sat down next to him tiredly.

Iruma was a little surprised at his chosen position, but then Kalego's Mana reached out towards him, and Iruma easily responded to it. He felt Kalego's Mana shove and prod against his, before tucking him in close with what could only be described as a doggish sigh.

"...So this has never happened between you and anyone else?"

Iruma tilted his head in thought, "I don't think so..? At least, not to the severity that it is now…"

Kalego nodded, before physically tucking Iruma into his side, and placing a gentle hand on his head. "...I have… a similar sensitivity, unfortunately." Iruma looked up at him in confusion as he elaborated. "The neck and shoulder area… Having someone breathe into those areas is rather… stimulating. It is the most embarrassing thing I have ever suffered on multiple occasions."

Iruma didn't have to guess far who caused such feelings for him, and while kind of embarrassing, was also… a little funny. "Does mom mess with you a lot on purpose?"

Kalego glared at him, and Iruma finally relaxed as he snickered up at him mischievously with a passing apology. Kalego sighed silently, "I don't have much advice that I can give you, since you are dealing with this unClaimed… but if it doesn't abate at all, you may have to.. Simulate Marking someone."

Iruma's eyes widened as a fresh blush colored his face, "Wha-?"

Kalego squeezed his shoulder, "It would be best to do so with permission, but simply… acting on the urge to Bite may help you ride out your lingering feelings. Not a true Mark of course- but much like how you protected Purson by Proclaiming him as your brother in front of my- your Grandmother, it may help to do something similar with one of the ones you're emotionally invested in."

Iruma blinked up at him, "You mean Love, right?"

Kalego made a long suffering sigh, and Iruma couldn't help but giggle a little, thinking back to when Kalego had first stated that word at the beginning of their hellish music practices with him.

Iruma thought it over, before slowly nodding, "Okay. I'll… hope that this feeling calms down before school, but if it doesn't… I'll… do something about it."

Kalego nodded, and Iruma decided to take full advantage of the time they had and innocently asked, "So how'd you meet my Hahaue?"

The low grumble that reverberated in his chest made Iruma laugh.

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Unfortunately for Iruma, his bad luck held out, and by the time he came down dressed for school, he was in the foulest mood he could ever recall being in.

The light was too bright, so he was partially squinting at everything. He tore through his food, opting for finger foods he could actually tear through than his preferred utensils.

He didn't talk. He just grumbled negatively in the back of his throat as he ate, while his ears stayed back and his tail swished ominously.

Iruma was definitely pushing what he thought might be a legitimate Wicked Phase. He wasn't sure, but he was about ready to rip his fangs out if it would give him relief.

Alice and Clara came at their usual time, and with a mumbled farewell to his guardians, he made his way to the front gate where they excitedly waited for him.

Well- until he doused their mood with his own.

Alice fussed over him while Clara panicked, "I-Iruma-chi, are you mad? Did you wanna go out with us over the weekend that much? We brought you souvenirs like you suggested! Do you want them now, or would you-!"

Alice covered her mouth as he watched Iruma. Iruma's mood wasn't worsening, but he was certainly, somehow, passively becoming more miserable.

He tilted his head before moving Clara ahead of himself, "Let's head to school, shall we..?"

Iruma nodded tiredly and slumped onwards as they settled beside him. Alice and Clara started communicating to one another with glances and minimal motions about what to do, before Iruma paused.

He knew he was out of sight of the house as well as the school. This would be the only place he could do something so… troubling, without creating a scene. Iruma took in a sharp breath, "Clara- Can- Uhm- Sorry-!"

And suddenly Clara found herself wrapped tightly in Iruma's arms, and she yelped when she felt teeth dig into her shoulder. She immediately flushed, as the realization of her own words and actions finally clicked into the right places, and she clutched onto Iruma in shocked worry while staring up at Alice, "...Iruma-chi..?"

Alice, of course, was absolutely flabbergasted by the whole thing, but was stock still as he internally fought between bewildered and offended. The only thing that kept him from acting was Clara's own expression as she stared up at him in confusion, with far too many questions, and slowly… Alice understood.

Iruma's breathing was harsh near her ear while sounding pained and panicked, and Clara slowly realized that Iruma had placed some of his fingers between his fangs so that he couldn't pierce her uniform and skin. She slowly calmed down and began to rub his back, "...Iruma-chi, are you okay..?"

Iruma shook his head in the negative and sniffed while moaning between his teeth, "No."

Alice decided to intervene, and gently coaxed Iruma to release his fangs from his fingers and Clara's shoulder. There was blood on his fingers from how desperately he was fighting himself, and Alice's heart swelled in compassion as he pulled Iruma to a nearby stump and settled him onto it. He then pulled Iruma's face into his own shoulder, while Clara recovered and pulled out a First Aid box.

Iruma resisted him, but Alice was gentle as he allowed his Bloodline to sit on the surface of his skin, to... Tempt him. It was perhaps cruel, and Alice didn't like the idea of using his unique disposition against Iruma… but he was clearly in pain, and Alice wouldn't allow him to suffer any longer.

"Iruma-sama, you won't be able to bite through my uniform, so please vent out your needs on me as much as you need."

Iruma gripped his shoulders with his hands, "But Azz-kun, I don't… I'll hurt you."

Alice sighed softly before chuckling lightly, "There is very little you can do to harm me, Iruma-sama. I am willing, so please nom on me as much as you need, until that feeling passes."

Iruma resisted the idea for a moment longer before Need won the fight, and he bit. Alice had his jacket, vest, and shirt to protect him from Iruma's fangs, but he bit hard in his desperation. Alice didn't know he made a sound in response, because it was far more important to help Iruma though his feelings.

Alice knew how to deal with his fangs. Iruma-sama did not.

Or at least, perhaps, Alice had never been driven to the point that Iruma-sama had.

Either way, he could not stand by and allow Clara to be bruised- Iruma would blame himself, and all of them would be hurt if he shied away because of it.

Clara bandaged Iruma's fingers with gentle care, while Iruma sobbed and moaned in the back of his throat with tiny whimpers.

Eventually after some time had passed, Iruma calmed down enough to finally release Alice's shoulder, and simply defaulted to sobbing.

Alice and Clara held him as he sobbed apologies to them both, and slowly, Alice pulled back to observe him while Clara wiped away his tears. "...Iruma-sama, what happened to make your fangs so sensitive?"

Iruma sniffed miserably and closed off from them, hiding behind his bangs. Alice gently rubbed his thumb along the back of his palm, and Clara leaned heavily into his side, while nuzzling his shoulder.

With one final sniff, Iruma gave the short story of what happened.

Alice understood, and swiftly did his best to comfort his friend. "Iruma-sama… I am not angry with you."

Iruma lifted his head and looked at Alice in surprise, "...You're not?"

Alice shook his head in the negative and looked at Clara. She lifted her head, before looking between them. She rolled her eyes as she flopped into Iruma's lap easily. "Y'know, Makka-chan is super duper pretty, and she's nice, and she's never treated me poorly. We're friends. I'd have to be angry at both of you over this, and I'm not."

Iruma slowly relaxed, before wiping at his eyes with a sniff. "Still, I don't want that to happen again- at least, not for a long, long while. Not with anyone."

Alice slowly nodded, "Understandable. We are still quite young to be so severely pulled to someone. Despite my own devoted feelings towards you, I myself still haven't been struck with such a severe feeling that it lasted any longer than a few moments."

Clara and Iruma looked at him questioningly, "..Huh?"

Alice felt himself slowly flush as he shoved his Bloodline downdowndown and ignored the true depths of his passion like usual. "I- look, you've both made my fangs fall… on edge, on multiple occasions! It's just-!" Alice flipped into a mini rant, "I was raised with better manners than to bite anyone just because!"

Clara shifted to sitting in Iruma's lap, and smushed Alice's cheeks between her hands, ruining his pretty face as he startled at her action, "Are you saying we're lesser than you, or- or-?! Easy hussies!?"

Alice choked, and Iruma couldn't help but burst out in laughter at their antics, "I- I think I get what Alice means." He gave Clara a short hug from behind before patting her thigh to signal he wanted to get up, "We better get going, we're already late to class."

Alice and Clara gasped as they scrambled to recollect themselves, as well as remove any sign of anything… unusual happening, and they all ran towards Babyls.

Kalego scolded them shortly with a scathing glare as they entered, but since Iruma looked better, he knew precisely why they were tardy and simply confirmed it quietly through text later.

However, Iruma did get extra homework for falling asleep in class. That was simply unacceptable.

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A/N: Skipping the Lied's meeting since there's nothing to add there, as well as skipping the chapter where Balam explains how he got his scar/finds out Iruma's birthday has passed (in canon). Balam still tells him about it while they bond, and then Iruma's birthday party/demonic rights are still held mostly to canon (despite the class throwing him a very fast bday party during the Music Festival to cheer him up in fic). Just with the added bonus of Kalego actually joining in willingly as himself. His gift is a mystery to me, but possibly related to playing the piano or gifting classical piano pieces that he likes.

Now onto the next hoped for part of this fic- The Akudol Games.