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Ever since the kiss, your opinion of Belphegor had been clouded. Sure, he was still the obnoxious "prince" that loved to get on everyone's nerves, but something changed about him, and you were the only one to notice.
It was a subtle change, but a change, nonetheless. You noticed he was a little bit nicer around you than he was with the others.
That should've been your first clue that something was up.
Then, he actually went out of his way to get you something. At that point, you knew something was up. There was no way in hell that the laziest assassin in the Varia would voluntarily use up his precious off time to get you something that you probably didn't need.
You had decided that it would be wise to ask if he was alright, even if you didn't really care. So you mustered up your courage and marched straight to Belphegor's room, where he was sitting silently on his bead, eyes glued to a television.
"Hey, Bel...?" You whispered. The blond male turned around, hair whipping past his face. He let out a toothy grin and walked towards you.
"Does the princess need something?" He questioned. You shuffled your feet and took a deep breath.
"Are... Are you okay? I mean, you have been nicer to me, and you actually got something when I asked you for it. So what's wrong? Are you sick, or something?"
Belphegor laughed his signature laugh and grabbed your hands.
"You really are dense, huh?" He asked. Your blood started to boil. You knew you shouldn't have wasted your time coming up here.
"Well, if you really want to know, Princess..."
Your eyes widened in surprise. You didn't think he was actually going to tell you what the problem was.
"W-what is it?" You stammered.
"The only reason I'm acting like this is because I like you."
Your palms started to sweat as you looked at the boy nervously. In all honesty, you just thought the kiss was a joke, just him wanting to get more work from you. You didn't think there was a true reason behind it.
"Are you serious...?" You inquired.
"Of course, princess."
"B-but I thought-"
"Did you think I was joking around with you?" Belphegor laughed. "You must be dumber than I thought."
You puffed out your cheeks and pouted, feeling quite offended. Belphegor smiled and poked you, causing you to blush lightly.
"Are you mad at me, princess?"
You shook your head and started out of his room.
"Bel?"
He turned around and looked at you.
"Don't think that I'm gonna be your servant just because we're kinda in a relationship."
It was a subtle change, but a change, nonetheless. You noticed he was a little bit nicer around you than he was with the others.
That should've been your first clue that something was up.
Then, he actually went out of his way to get you something. At that point, you knew something was up. There was no way in hell that the laziest assassin in the Varia would voluntarily use up his precious off time to get you something that you probably didn't need.
You had decided that it would be wise to ask if he was alright, even if you didn't really care. So you mustered up your courage and marched straight to Belphegor's room, where he was sitting silently on his bead, eyes glued to a television.
"Hey, Bel...?" You whispered. The blond male turned around, hair whipping past his face. He let out a toothy grin and walked towards you.
"Does the princess need something?" He questioned. You shuffled your feet and took a deep breath.
"Are... Are you okay? I mean, you have been nicer to me, and you actually got something when I asked you for it. So what's wrong? Are you sick, or something?"
Belphegor laughed his signature laugh and grabbed your hands.
"You really are dense, huh?" He asked. Your blood started to boil. You knew you shouldn't have wasted your time coming up here.
"Well, if you really want to know, Princess..."
Your eyes widened in surprise. You didn't think he was actually going to tell you what the problem was.
"W-what is it?" You stammered.
"The only reason I'm acting like this is because I like you."
Your palms started to sweat as you looked at the boy nervously. In all honesty, you just thought the kiss was a joke, just him wanting to get more work from you. You didn't think there was a true reason behind it.
"Are you serious...?" You inquired.
"Of course, princess."
"B-but I thought-"
"Did you think I was joking around with you?" Belphegor laughed. "You must be dumber than I thought."
You puffed out your cheeks and pouted, feeling quite offended. Belphegor smiled and poked you, causing you to blush lightly.
"Are you mad at me, princess?"
You shook your head and started out of his room.
"Bel?"
He turned around and looked at you.
"Don't think that I'm gonna be your servant just because we're kinda in a relationship."
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