Silas slid the classroom door open quietly and stepped inside. The room was still mostly empty this early—desks in neat rows, morning light slanting through the windows in pale golden stripes, chalk dust floating lazily in the air.
Only one other student was present: a guy in the back row, head slumped on folded arms, soft snores rising and falling like a metronome.
He made his way to his assigned seat near the window—third row from the front, right side—and dropped his bag beside the chair with a soft thud. Settling in, he pulled out his phone, thumbing the screen awake.
No notifications worth caring about. Just the lock screen wallpaper he'd set last night: a simple black background with a faint purple destruction glyph he'd doodled in an app.
' The story hasn't kicked off yet,' he thought, scrolling aimlessly through nothing in particular.
' Probably this weekend. Issei's gonna get that "date" with the fallen angel chick… Yuuma, right? Yeah, that's her alias. Rias's revival contract. Classic season-one opener.'
He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped over the backrest. It had been years since he'd binged the show—long enough that a lot of the finer details had faded into fuzzy background noise.
He remembered the big beats: Raynare's betrayal, the Rating Games later, the Khaos Brigade mess, the dragons, the gods showing up eventually. But smaller stuff? Gone.
' Who the hell is Rias's dad again? Zeoticus something? Eh, doesn't matter. Venelana though… damn, how could anyone forget her?.' He smirked to himself.
' And the fallen angel boss—Azazel? No, wait, that's the governor. The leader's… uh… Shemhazai? Grigori council guy? Whatever. I'll figure it out when they show up.'
The realization settled in comfortably: he was basically re-experiencing the series blind, only with cheat codes. No script knowledge to spoil the fun. Just raw, unpredictable chaos ahead.
' Something I'm actually hyped for,' he admitted inwardly, ' is meeting Ophis. The Infinite Dragon God. Always wondered just how absurd her power really is Not that she's as strong as me or anything.'
The door slid open again—louder this time.
Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima stepped in together, trailed by a sudden wave of their classmates who seemed to materialize out of thin air just to orbit them.
Whispers and stolen glances followed like a wake. The two heiresses moved with effortless grace—Rias's crimson hair catching every stray beam of light, Akeno's dark ponytail swaying like silk as she smiled that dangerous, sweet smile.
They didn't hesitate. Both walked straight to Silas's desk and stopped in front of it.
"Good morning, Silas-kun~" Akeno purred first, voice honeyed and teasing, violet eyes sparkling as she leaned forward just enough to make the motion deliberate.
"Yes, good morning, Silas," Rias added, softer but warm, genuine concern threading through. "Are you alright? You left rather quickly yesterday."
She pulled out the chair beside his desk—her own seat was only one row ahead—and sat down sideways, facing him fully.
Akeno mirrored her on the other side, perching elegantly on the edge of an empty desk like she owned it.
The rest of the class went quiet. Heads turned. Mouths hung open a little. Rias and Akeno weren't exactly antisocial in class—they answered when called on, smiled politely—but they never *initiated*.
Never approached anyone first. Never sat so casually next to the new transfer student like old friends.
Silas met their gazes evenly, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips.
"Yeah, I'm good. What about you two? Anything interesting happen after I left last night?"
Akeno giggled behind delicate fingers, the sound light and musical.
"Well… it did get a little boring, I'll admit~ Without you there to keep things lively."
Rias's smile widened, blue-green eyes glinting with quiet mischief.
"It really did. I figured you'd stay longer. Maybe you can today—if you don't have anything else planned?"
Silas tilted his head, purple eyes flicking between them.
"Sure. I'm actually pretty interested in seeing these stray devils up close. Especially how you handle them. Your peerage's style, the contracts, the fights… all of it."
Rias's smile turned almost predatory—pleased, excited, like she'd just been handed exactly what she wanted.
"Well, look no further. My peerage was already planning to deal with one in the city tonight. A stray that's been causing trouble near the old shopping district—feeding on humans, leaving traces. Nothing too dangerous, but it needs handling."
Silas leaned forward slightly, elbows on his desk.
"Oh? Consider me invited, then."
"Perfect." Rias's voice dropped a notch, conspiratorial. "Also… please come by the club at break. I'll prepare the tea the way you like it"
He raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed.
"You remembered that from one mention yesterday?"
"I pay attention," she replied simply, a faint blush touching her cheeks again.
Silas nodded, smile softening.
"I'll be there."
Akeno leaned in closer, resting her chin on her hand, eyes half-lidded.
"Ara ara… we'll make sure it's worth your while, Silas-kun."
The bell rang overhead—first period warning.
Classmates scrambled to their seats, still shooting furtive looks their way. Rias and Akeno lingered a second longer before standing, fingers brushing the edge of his desk as they moved to their own.
Silas watched them go, then leaned back again, phone forgotten in his hand.
' Stray devil hunt tonight. Tea at break. And the story's about to start rolling whether Issei knows it or not.'
He exhaled slowly, a low thrum of anticipation settling in his chest.
' This is gonna be fun.'
Time flew by in the quiet hum of the classroom—teachers droning through equations, historical timelines, and literature excerpts that Silas jotted down with mechanical precision.
His notebook filled page after page in neat, sharp handwriting, purple eyes flicking between the board and his notes. He wasn't just pretending to be a student anymore; he was absorbing it all, filing away details for later. The normalcy felt strangely grounding after everything.
Every so often, his gaze drifted to the row ahead. Rias sat there, crimson hair spilling over her shoulders like molten silk, pen tapping lightly against her lips as she listened.
Their eyes met—once, twice, three times—brief, electric moments where neither looked away immediately. The third time, she smiled softly, a small curve that made her blue-green eyes brighten.
When the teacher announced a group reading from the shared textbook, Rias turned in her seat without hesitation.
"Silas," she said quietly, sliding her book toward the edge of her desk. "Share mine?"
He shifted his chair, closer to her table. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, bringing their heads close enough that he caught the faint floral scent of her shampoo—something like roses and vanilla. The textbook sat open between them, but studying quickly became secondary.
"You're really good at this stuff," he murmured after a minute, nodding at her precise annotations in the margins. "Smart *and* beautiful. Dangerous combination."
Rias's cheeks flushed instantly—deep pink blooming across pale skin. She ducked her head slightly, pretending to reread the same line for the third time, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward.
"You're… incorrigible," she whispered back, voice a mix of embarrassment and delight.
Silas grinned, leaning just a fraction closer.
"Can't help it. You make it too easy."
Behind them, Akeno sat with perfect posture, book open in front of her, but her violet eyes weren't on the page. She watched the exchange with quiet fascination—the way Rias's usual regal composure cracked just a little, how her friend fidgeted with the corner of the page, how her blush refused to fade.
' This is the first time I've seen Rias react like that to a guy,' Akeno thought, a soft, amused smile curving her lips. 'Are you sure you're not a God of Charm, Silas-kun?'
As if sensing her stare, Silas glanced over his shoulder. Their eyes locked. He gave her a slow, conspiratorial wink—playful, confident, just a touch wicked.
Akeno's smile widened. She felt heat rise to her own cheeks—unexpected, but not unwelcome. She turned back to her book, long lashes lowering demurely.
' He's really something,' she thought, biting her lower lip to hide the grin.
The bell for break rang like a starting pistol.
Silas stretched in his seat, joints popping softly, and pulled out his phone to check what he might grab from the cafeteria today—maybe another yakisoba bread, or something new to mix it up.
Before he could even scroll, a warm hand closed gently but firmly around his forearm.
He raised his eyes.
Rias and Akeno stood on either side of his desk, both smiling—Rias with warm invitation, Akeno with that signature sultry tilt to her head.
"Come on," Akeno purred, voice low and laced with seduction, her fingers sliding down to lace through his. "Let me show you how *we* spend break, Silas-kun~"
Rias took his other hand without a word, her grip light but certain, thumb brushing the back of his knuckles in a way that sent a small spark up his arm.
He didn't resist.
Silas stood, letting them pull him up and out of his seat. They stepped into the aisle together—him in the middle, both girls holding his hands like it was the most natural thing in the world.
The classroom froze.
Every single student—girls mid-gossip, boys half-rising from their chairs, even the perpetually sleeping guy in the back who'd somehow woken up—stared in open-mouthed shock. Phones were forgotten. Conversations died mid-sentence.
Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima—two of the most untouchable, idolized girls in the entire academy—were walking out hand-in-hand with the new transfer student. Not just talking to him. Not just sitting near him. *Holding his hands* Which is worse than kissing in this world.
No one had ever seen anything like it.
A girl near the door let out a strangled squeak.
"Is this… real?"
"Did they just…?"
"Silas Morvane… who even *is* he?"
Whispers erupted the second the trio passed through the doorway, but Silas didn't look back. He just walked between them, a lazy, satisfied smile on his face as they led him down the hallway toward the old school building.
Rias glanced up at him, still holding his hand.
"You don't mind, do you?"
Silas squeezed her fingers lightly.
"Not even a little."
Akeno giggled on his other side, leaning in so her shoulder brushed his arm.
"Good boy~ Now come along. We have tea waiting… and maybe a few more questions."
The hallway lights flickered overhead as they disappeared around the corner—three figures framed in golden afternoon light, hands linked, leaving a stunned classroom in their wake.
Break had officially begun. Yet Silas was already having the time of his life.
' thank you ROB'
TO BE CONTINUED
[A/N: PATREON OFFICIALLY UP AND RUNNING. Get chapters ahead of the sexuals, I mean ahead of schedule. ]