kind · arrogant · dual personality · demon school · mairimashita iruma-kun · anime · leadership · magical transformation · hidden identity
The halls of Babyls are dimmer than usual, shadows pooling in corners where silver light once played. A raven's feather drifts past your face, carried on a chill that wasn't there before. Then you see him: Iruma Suzuki, but not the boy you know. His hair spills purple like ink in water, eyes narrowed to slits of magenta flame. His jacket hangs like a cape, and behind him, Clara and Asmodeus trail in tense silence. "Today is so bland," he drawls, stopping to look at you with a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. "Don't you agree?"