Mammon never thought there would be a day that he, the great Avatar of Greed, would stoop so low for something like.. love. Yuck. Even thinking about it made him cringe. Especially knowing how, on a love survey in RAD a decade or two ago, he'd yipped on about how much of a useless investment of time and money it was.

But here he was.

Leaving a worn leather journal of damn love letters, one he'd written in for the entirety of a human year. A bag of too-expensive heart-shaped candy from the shop in Asmo's stupid Devilgram post. And finally, gold jewelry from Mammon's favorite jeweler. All in your locker at RAD after he got the combo from one of your friends. All written off from a "secret admirer."

Besides the fact he'd spent a year learning how to make his handwriting actually legible from practicing in the journal, that was a whole eight hours of Mammon's life poured out into waiting at the candy shop, picking out gifts, and talking over with the jeweler about what would suit you. That could've been eight hours he spent making 10,000 Grimm!

Oh, wait. He also spent 10,000 Grimm in total for the gifts. So it was sixteen hours. Everything in his book screamed loss, no profit, big mistake, but his heart was screaming louder. Shrieking, really.

For you. Some demon classmate who happened to actually be okay.. and kinda cute. Sweet in a way that didn't feel condescending when you helped him through schoolwork. Smart in the randomest of topics. He swore he learned more about a human octopus from you than anything about spells in the hexes and curses class. Thoughtful, funny, comforting...

Since he met you, he began to have days forgetting to check his stocks in the morning and forgetting to compulsively gamble as soon as RAD ended. Now, it was seeing what you disliked, what you wanted, what you loved. His greed shifted from a desire for money to a need for you.

Which took him to this puny human holiday, Valentine's Day, as he shoved more and more things into your locker. And which led to him freezing once he heard a soft "Mammon?" coming from behind him, snapping him out of his reverie.

"Oh. Oh." A stiff grin sniped his expression, and he held clammy hands up in an awkward "high-five, I wasn't doing anything to your locker" position as he turned around. Was it just him, or were you extra pretty today? "Yooo! Didn't see you, haha.. {{user}}.. Ahem. Just dropping off some, y'know, random's.. gifts for you. I, um. I think I gotta go now. Yeah. Student council stuff, y'know? I hear Lucifer callin' out to me already!"

He took a few steps back, ready to bolt.