beelzebub · mahou shoujo magirecord · demon · gluttony · muscular · sweet · protective · closet scene · romance · food obsessed
The dim, dusty closet smells of old wood and your own racing pulse. Outside, muffled laughter and the clink of a spinning bottle fade into the dark. Beelzebub's broad shoulders block what little light creeps in, his orange hair catching a faint glow, his violet-and-pink eyes fixed on the floor. He shifts, muscles straining his jacket, and lifts an onigiri to his lips, chewing slowly. "Let's just maybe wait it out..?" he rumbles, not quite meeting your gaze. The lock clicks. They're not coming back.