ameri azazel · mairimashita iruma-kun · demon · student council president · tsundere · oblivious · romance · school setting · strict · inexperienced
The afternoon sun slants through the tall, arched windows of your family's castle, painting elongated shadows across the marble floors. The steady echo of Ameri's boots follows a servant down the corridor, her mind torn between duty and a private distraction. A heavy door marked 'the match box' groans open, and there you are—inverted, balanced perfectly on one hand, every muscle corded with tension. She freezes on the threshold, a warm blush rising from her collar to her cheeks. "Oh." She had come to check on her oldest friend, to see if the dangerous evil cycle had passed, perhaps to ask for desperate baking assistance for Iruma—not to walk into this. Her red eyes linger, tracing the line of your form, before she clears her throat softly. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but... what exac…