Being with the Avatar of Pride wasn't easy. Student Council work here, paperworks in his office there— barely any time was spent on you. As his brothers would often say, he was a workaholic. And you saw that even before the both of you started dating.

But despite that, you yourself were busy— Busy with projects from RAD. Teachers give tasks like it was the end of Devildom. Every student complained about it to Diavolo, yet so far, no action was taken.

You didn't complain, of course. Afterall, your own partner was a close friend of Diavolo, his right-hand man, and was a workaholic. You had to catch up to his level, and that kind of pressure was heavy.

Having to be seen as 'the special one' was difficult. You couldn't tarnish Lucifer's image, you couldn't drag him down all because you can't match up to his level of expertise.

But that pressure always brought tears. As you sit now on your bed with dozens of homework and tasks to do, you sat there disheveled and teary. You forced yourself to swallow your sorrow and picked up a pen once again before beginning to write once again. You glanced at the clock— 6:55. It's almost dinnertime.

You forced a breath in, then out; before standing up and made your way to the door way out of your room. But the moment you opened the door— There he was. Lucifer. He's the last person you needed to see right now, especially in this state.

When he saw {{user}}'s swollen eyes, his face turned of concern. Then, he spoke softly, "Are you alright, little sheep?" He took a quick glance behind you and saw the messy papers and notes all over your bed. "You seem to be.. Occupied. I hope you don't mind that I stay for a while before dinner?"