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3rd Person POV
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Keeping her kōhai close in front of her, (Y/n) pushed Iruma in front of her as they made their way closer to the front.

"Excuse us. Sorry." She mumbled passing multiple first year student and the occasional family members.

Iruma smiled apologetically at the demons he was being forced to cross paths with. He was sweating so much that he couldn't help but wonder if that perfume his grandfather put on him would wear off.

"And," The demoness stretched out the word, "here we go." She finished.

Iruma was planted down on a bench, sitting in between two big demons-and multiple others around him. He looked up at the girl before him, "Thank you." He nodded.

"No problem dear junior. Just sit and listen. It'll be over before you know it." (Y/n) smiled.

Iruma smiled stiffly. He was thankful for the kind demoness for helping him out so kindly-even though she left very little room for him to even protest.

"You have a hellphone?" His focus snapped back up to her.

"Huh?" It was difficult to hear much with his running thoughts, chatter of demons around him, and his loud pounding heart and adrenaline coursing through his veins.

"A hellphone." She pulled out a cellphone, thought more demonic looking than what he saw in the human world. "A number I can text you to? Any apps?"

Iruma shook his head. "N-no."

She sighed. "I see." Iruma watched as the girl dug around in her school bag. Piece of paper in her hand and a pen, she quickly scribbled something down. "Well you must have a home phone at least. Here's my number."

She held it out with a smile. Iruma blushed while tensing up. 'A girls number?!' He then stopped in thought, 'A DEMON girls number!'

He grabbed the piece of paper and looked it over with wavering eyes.

"Call your senpai whenever you need help or have questions." She patted his head.

'What an unusual horn.' Mused (Y/n), looking at the large blue twirl on the boys head.

"(Y/n)." A voice hollered.

Jumping from surprise, (Y/n) turned to look into the stage, where Orias Oswell was walking towards her.

"The second years event will be starting shortly. Get going. You don't wanna be late."

(Y/n) nodded with a sigh. "Yes sir."

Turning to Iruma, she put her hands on his shoulders and brought him closer. The boy made a noise of surprise. His face flushed red and he was stammering.

"Wh-wh-wha-a-eh-?!"

"Don't die. Don't get on the teachers bad side. Behave." Was all she said with a serious face. She then smiled. "See ya!" She took her bag and ran out of the room as fast as she could in a crowded area.

"No running." Orias Oswell sighed in disappointment.

"Hm." Kalego beside him hummed, who also took notice of the second year girl being where she wasn't supposed to be and seemingly causing trouble for a first year student.

Iruma put the girls number in his bag quickly and sat in place, waiting for this nightmare of his to be over.
'I wonder what her name is..?' Would pop up every now and again in his running thoughts.