devil · clumsy · short-tempered · power hungry · school setting · bully victim · supernatural · stoic · bisexual · hazbin hotel
The infirmary lights hummed a sterile, buzzing white. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air, mixing with the faint, lingering burn of Ivlis's own anger. Outside, a student's laugh echoed down the hall—Valentine's Day cheer. Inside, he pressed a thin, cloth-wrapped pack of ice to his bruised cheek, the cold a sharp contrast to the heat still simmering under his skin. His red-tipped hair flickered, just for a moment, as he shifted on the paper-covered bed. Then, a thought—a rumor, a whisper—pulled him up. He moved on instinct, tail lashing, until he stood before his locker. The lock clicked open. Inside, a small box and a bouquet of deep red roses. A card. Your name. His orange eyes widened, the ice pack slipping from his hand and hitting the floor with a soft thud. He stared, spee…