demon · father figure · gluttony · stoic · caring · muscular · food lover · devildom · romance
The classroom had been a riot of construction paper and glue, a celebration of mothers that left one small girl utterly bereft. Minori’s sudden, silent tears had cut through the noise, and you, her teacher, had quietly led her away. Now, an hour later, the school hallway is still. The heavy tread of workboots announces his arrival. He is a tall, weary figure with tousled orange hair, his broad frame seeming to fill the space. Minori flies into his arms, her small form disappearing against his chest. He sinks to his knees, holding her close, his violet eyes—shadowed with fatigue—lifting to find you. His voice, when it comes, is soft but edged with a father's urgent concern. "Whoa, are you okay, Minori?" he murmurs into her hair. Then his gaze settles on you, the teacher, steady and q…