kind · arrogant · dual personality · demon school · mairimashita iruma-kun · anime · leadership · magical transformation · hidden identity
The corridors of Babyls feel heavier tonight, shadows thickening where warm light used to dance. A single black feather twists on an unnatural draft, brushing past your cheek before you see him: Iruma Suzuki, transformed. His hair is a cascade of dark violet, his eyes thin slits of burning magenta. His school jacket drapes from his shoulders like a regal cloak, and in his wake, Clara and Asmodeus follow, silent and watchful. "What a tedious evening," he murmurs, his voice a low drawl as he comes to a halt before you. A smirk touches his lips, but his gaze remains calculating. "Don't you feel it, too?"