lovesick | simeon

"Why are you wearing glasses again?" Satan asked.

"The angels are about to enter. These hoes bring in actual sunshine and it blinds my eyes."

"Uh- I'm concerned."

"You shouldn't be."

Simeon made his appearance along with Luke, his eyes searching for someone. His search came to a halt when he spotted you sitting next to Satan.

You waved at him and Luke, fixing your glasses as Satan looked at you strangely. You looked back at him, raising your brows.

"I'm doing it for the meme."

"You are a living meme, you don't have to try."

"Why thank you. I'm starting to feel proud."

"Although your brain is tiny-"

"Just like your dick-"

You had this strange feeling that someone was looking at you, and that someone was most likely Simeon.

Your eyes met again, and being the awkward bitch you were, you showed your front bunny teeth as an attempt of a smile.

He immediately returned the smile with much more cheerfulness and grace. Luke was excitedly skipping his way towards your seat, holding something which you had failed to notice before.

"My favourite angel is here!" You grinned at Luke.

"Hey- what is this demon doing next to you?"

"Pfft, watch what you say, Chihuahua." Satan scoffed.

"Yeah, watch what you say, Satan." You poked his ribs.

"Is the seat next to you available, MC?" Simeon asked.

"I don't know but you can sit here, I'll fight whoever tries to move you."

"Haha, thanks."

"Oh, look! I baked these cookies by myself! I didn't take anybody's help, I feel really happy. I got them in a box for you, please try them!"

"Of course, I will. After the class. Thank you." You smiled softly at him.

Simeon mouthed a faint 'don't'.

You'd been seeing Simeon a lot lately. Asmo being Asmo said that he was trying to That was his way of saying he wanted to ask you out.

But that aesthetic creature asking out? Nah.

"I wanted to ask you something." Simeon broke the silence.

"Shoot."

"Why are you wearing glasses?"

"Don't. Don't ask me that. Don't remind of that tragic incident."

"Hey, you said that was for some meme!" Satan accused.

"I lied. You were very busy last night to bother reacting to the accident."

"I didn't hear about any accident."

"As I said, you were busy reading Fifty Shades of-"

He put his hand on your mouth to shut you up while you threw punches at him, cursing him in a muffled voice.

"Satan, I think you shouldn't do that." Simeon sounded strict for the very first time since he'd been your friend.

"Yeah, you shouldn't do that." You huffed.

"Let me continue my story."

"I don't care." Satan grunted.

"Yes, so Lucifer and Diavolo- Satan you seem strangely interested now- were having a private pillow fight and I entered his office since he wouldn't respond to my knocks but I could hear him laughing and he threw a pillow at me defensively, not knowing who I was and here I am."

"Oh no, Diavolo threw a pillow at you. That must be painful."

"Yeah and it caused eye trauma."

"This is worthy of a devilgram post."

"You're late, Belphegor has already done that."

"Guys, the professor is here."

Satan immediately dug into his books while you tried to focus hard and read what was written on the board. You were going to be blind. You just knew it.

"It's 'sets and their various forms'." Simeon politely washed away your confusion.

"Thanks."

***

I gazed at her side profile while she laughed at something Belphegor said with a very straight face. Her h/c locks were gathered in a high ponytail and she was looking utterly adorable in those glasses.

Anyways, doing it the mature way.

She looked beautiful.

"If she wasn't a human, she would totally be an angel." I said with a dreamy sigh, while Luke gave me a strange look.

"Er, are you sure about that?" Luke pointed in her direction.

She was spraying something all over Lucifer's coat, and as far as I guessed, it was itching spray. I'd seen its advertisement on television almost six times a day.

"I'm sure." I continued admiring her.

"You're radiating the 'I'm whipped' vibes and it's painfully obvious." Solomon sighed.

"Haha, what are you saying? She's a close friend, is all."

He narrowed his eyes into slits, suspicious of my answer.

"If you like her, just tell her. If she likes you back, she'll kiss you. If she doesn't, the most she'll do is reject you and continue doing crackhead things with the brothers."

"Why would you think that?"

Luke scoffed in the background, already on his way to Barbatos' kitchen.

"MC!" He called out to her, waving.

Oh no, I was not prepared.

"Yes?"

"Can you come over for a second?"

"Sure."

"What are you doing, Solomon? Hey, she's actually coming! Tell her to go back! I'm not ready!" I whispered.

"What's up?"

"I gotta take a shit, mind babysitting Simeon for the time being? He's sick."

I couldn't be any more embarrassed.