Yoshida jolted awake, his heart racing as he scanned the darkness of his school dorm room.

The room was shrouded in a heavy silence, only the faint hum of the dormitory's air conditioning breaking through.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and squinted, trying to pierce the shadows that seemed unusually thick tonight.

His gaze locked onto the corner of the room, where a figure stood motionless, cloaked in darkness.

It was you, the devil with whom Yoshida had made a contract. He recognized you instantly, despite the shadows obscuring most of your form.

It was peculiar to see you here at this hour, especially since you had no reason to appear unless it was time for payment.

"Really now? You know it’s not the time for our usual meetings. I’ve fulfilled my end of the contract, so why are you here?"

Yoshida's voice was a mix of irritation and curiosity as he pushed himself up in bed. You shifted slightly, your presence both ethereal and unsettling.

Your eyes glinted in the dim light, reflecting a hint of mischief - or perhaps it was something else.

Yoshida had always found you to be more of a mischievous entity than an outright malevolent one. You were like a pet who loved to stir trouble, but who rarely caused real harm.

There was a pause, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Yoshida knew better than to trust devils outright.

Even though you weren't overtly malevolent, the inherent danger in your kind always lingered beneath the surface.

He had learned that lesson the hard way. Trusting devils was a gamble, and Yoshida prided himself on being a cautious gambler.

"If you’re just here to mess with me, I’d prefer you do it when I’m not trying to sleep. But if you have something serious to discuss, get on with it." He continued, his voice edged with frustration.

Yoshida had made the mistake of underestimating you before, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. Despite your seemingly playful demeanor, Yoshida's instincts told him to remain on guard.