Acceptance
"I can't." You said plainly. Trying not to make a big deal out of what you said. "Oh, if you're busy, we can go some other -" you quickly waved them off. "No, I mean, I can't ever. I can't fly." The room fell silent at your statement.
"Oh! You mean you have small wings like your son, yis? It's not fit for flying." Suzy-San asked, trying to keep calm. You sighed. You knew you'd have to show them at some point.
Standing up and facing your back towards them slowly without a word peeled off your top. Inch by inch, it revealed scars from your old life as a human. You heard several gasps, and you think you heard glass shattered. Finally, your full back was exposed.
You kept your eyes forward, not wanting to watch for any signs of betrayal. You didn't want to watch as they tried to sink their teeth into you. You were surprised, though, by the angry growl that ripped through the room. It caused you to glance over your shoulder to see Kalego-San, crushed glass in hand, staring at your back with fury.
Slowly, you faced him and made your way over. Gently, you unclenched his hand and removed the glass shards without a word. The room remained silent, and it was almost chilling how that silence made you feel.
It's not as though you outright lied to them. You just never confirmed or denied anything. Carefully, you cradled the broken glass in one hand.
You still didn't look them in the eye as you disposed of it and rummaged through your first aid kit for bandages. Being the parent of the misfit class, it was almost a requirement that you carried it around at all times.
Just before you could start disinfecting the wound, kalego had quickly grasped your wrist. "Iruma doesn't actually have wings, does he?" He asked. The silent demand for an answer was clear. You offered no response as you stood there before him.
His grip tightened for a moment before loosening as if he wasn't sure how to treat you anymore. "Iruma is a special child." You told him calmly. "And I think at this point he has proven with or without wings he can soar. Look at how far he's come already and how much he has accomplished."
"Why now? Why not keep it a secret?" You heard Furcas-San ask. Curiosity seemed to grow. "I would rather be the one to show you the truth instead of have you believe a lie." Your eyes still remained on Kalegos' hand.
"Kinda reckless, but I'm happy you can trust us," Dali-San says as he comes up behind you and squeezes your shoulder. "We will protect you as much as we do the students." He promises.
"That's not right, Dali-senpai. They're still the same, after all. Nothing changes, and they can take care of themselves. You saw for yourself how fast they are, and did you see those killer instincts?? It's so cool! They are definitely one of us and can hold their own!" Robin-San babbled proudly as he lifted you up and away from the two older demons.
You were in shock. This wasn't the reaction you had expected, but... You probably had proven yourself enough times to be trusted. "That must be why you always smell so good. And here I was, hoping you would share your perfume recipe with me." Raim-san whined as she came up to your other side. Pressing her chest into your back.
"Wait a minute! Is that why you stole my sweater!" You demanded, trying to squirm out of Robin's bear hug. "It's not stolen if you gave it to me♡" "To barrow, not hide it away for 3 months!"
As you fought against the laughing pair, you didn't notice Dali and Kalego speaking with Balam. "They look so happy!" Balam said cheerfully, glad his human was accepted.
"They are constantly reckless. How are we going to deal with this now that we are aware?" Kalego huffed in irritation.
Dali just smirked. "Awe, lighten up. Babyls can manage a human or two. It deals with hundreds of adolescent demons, after all."
"YES!!!" They turned as you stood victoriously on top of a dog pile of demons, arms raised in the air. Kalego gave Dali-San a withered look as Balam quickly rushed over. You threw yourself into his arms with a gleeful laugh.
Kalego glanced down at his cut palm and then looked back up at you. You who was smiling brightly in a room full of demons capable of tearing the flesh off your bones. You who were willing to place everything on the line time after time. Certainly, you were worth a scratch or two.
No... You were worth more than that. You had won the hearts and respect of many demons. You had pushed past barriers and broken down walls, literally ready to tear the throat out of anyone who harmed one of Babyl's beloved students.
You were a part of Babyls. The embodiment of what it stood for and who it protected. And he could accept that. After all, it would be even worse teaching those demonic brats without you around.
