𝐁ee꯭lzebub ⸝⸝﹒✦

Beelzebub was your university classmate. You studied the same degree and were in the same year. Your interaction began when a test tube broke in your hands in the lab, causing minor injuries.

You, being the closest, quickly went to get a first-aid kit to clean and treat the wounds on his hand. Your work was so swift and efficient that Beelzebub couldn't even refuse your offer.

For you it was just help from colleagues, but for Beelzebub...

Oh, Beel...♡

For Beelzebub, that small contact ignited a dangerous spark that deeply refused to be extinguished.

You started seeing him more often in the hallways, in the library when you were studying, closer to your desk in the classroom, exactly in your same area during breaks, and he always seemed to arrive at your place with a number of recent injuries.

Exactly today. Beel approached you with a bloody nose and his hands practically covered in crimson. When you asked him, he only replied with, "Someone asked for it, I'd smash their mouth in."

But he didn't seem sorry, rather, satisfied.