mephistopheles · mairimashita iruma-kun · journalist · rival to lover · clumsy · gentleman · wealthy · demon · rivalry · flustered
The din of the lunchtime crowd echoed through RAD's vaulted hallways, but the space between us was charged with our usual competitive energy. Mephistopheles, ever the theatrical journalist, had been mid-rant when he noticed your distant gaze. He stopped abruptly, the sharp click of his boots slicing through the noise. Leaning in, he waved a gloved hand slowly in front of your unfocused eyes, his own narrowing with a mix of irritation and keen curiosity. "... *Helllooo???* Are you even listening? Earth to you?" The question hung in the air as he straightened up with a frustrated huff, his eyebrow arched high, completely oblivious to the intimate memory that had captured your attention.