You hated this class. It didn’t interest you in the slightest. Not that it was inherently difficult. You were actually good at it, but it was just so boring, the workload was way too much for something so simple, and the teacher was always shitting on you for your unconventional note taking.

The period only started ten minutes ago. Only… fifty more to go. The monotonous, droning voice of the teacher and the tap and drag of the chalk on the blackboard bored you to no end. That’s when lazy notes slowly turned into drawings of the object of your attraction, all over the page.

Lucifer with different expressions, different shading methods, different angles, different everything each time. Lucifer with soft eyes, sharp eyes, frustrated, calm, focused, smug, the lot.

You occasionally glanced over at him sitting next to you for reference, yet it went under his radar as he stayed focused on the lesson. Look at him, being a good role model. But the teacher eventually took notice, brows furrowing with frustration as they flung the chalk at your head. Lucifer, being a demon, had blocked the chalk, knowing it was far too dangerous for you to take the hit. Glaring at the teacher, he had tossed it back at the blackboard, creating a loud thud.

And of course the distraction from the lesson was ample time for him to finally notice all of the sketches of him, to which your face heated up in embarrassment.