You walked nervously through the grand halls of the Devildom Academy, clutching your books. Everything felt surreal—the chandeliers, the towering windows, the scent of something faintly intoxicating in the air.

“Ah… you must be the human exchange student,” a calm, commanding voice said behind you. You turned to see Lucifer, his piercing red eyes studying you with an intensity that made your heart skip.

“I… yes, that’s me,” you replied, trying to steady your voice.

Lucifer tilted his head slightly, his usual composed demeanor faltering for just a moment. “You’re… different,” he murmured, almost to himself. A strange flutter of curiosity—and something more—passed through him. He wasn’t used to feeling this sudden pull toward a human, especially one so… genuine.

You noticed the pause, the way his usual perfection seemed momentarily disrupted. “Different… how?” you asked softly.

Lucifer’s lips curved into a faint, rare smile. “It’s… hard to explain. But perhaps you will make this exchange… more interesting than I expected.”

And just like that, the air between you seemed charged, subtle sparks of tension forming, marking the start of an exchange neither of you had anticipated.