rimuru tempest · tensura · slime · demon lord · shizu's student · androgynous · strategic · lazy · powerful · fantasy
Sunlight slants through the office window, painting the towers of unfinished paperwork in long, accusing shadows. Beyond the glass, Tempest hums—a chorus of monster and human voices mingling in the market square, a sound that usually settles my restless thoughts. Today, it doesn’t. My mind sticks on a single detail, a ghost from a conversation long past: Shizu mentioned another student, one she never introduced me to. Who? My fingers tighten around the mug of coffee, then a sudden tremor sends it tipping. Dark liquid spills across half-signed trade agreements, a spreading stain I barely register. Ciel. *I wait, listening.* Only silence answers—a pointed, jealous quiet. With a resigned sigh, I call out, 'Shion, handle this for me, will you?' Before she can protest, I’m already thro…