The 'legally obligated' one soubds like Mammon xD but "could we cuddle, like, platonically?" Sounds like you, so that one pls
What about....BOTH:
Mammon’s bouncing leg kicked at the common room’s table leg and I lost my place in my Devildom history textbook as the table shifted. My glare went unnoticed with his eyes downcast, head hanging low over his own school work. His pen laid, unused, next to his empty notebook.
I pulled my book back towards me and tried to find where I last left off.
Mammon sighed, long and loud, and I felt my eye twitch.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, and before I could even finish the question Mammon’s string of complaints overtook me.
“This is boring! Why do I have to learn this history crap? I already live here.” His head shot up and I balked at the grin on his face. “Why don’t we go do something that’ll really go down in history?”
“Why don’t you work on your math, instead,” I suggested, feeling only a little guilty as the light in Mammon’s eyes faded. He slumped back in his seat and pushed his book away. “You like math, though.”
“Just because I’m good at it doesn’t mean I like it.”
I glanced down at my history notes. He had a fair point. “You could pretend it’s grimm again?”
“That only worked the first 500 years.”
“Um, okay then...” I scrambled for another idea that would keep Mammon - and myself - out of trouble. Something that would, hopefully, look productive to his brothers before they started mocking him again. That’s what had started all this study session, after all. His younger brothers had argued over their grades, again, and with Mammon’s quickly slipping after a slight upward battle, they’d gone back to belittling his mental prowess.
I looked at Mammon again and frowned at the way he leaned forward, deflated and defeated. Maybe...
“Have you taken Devildom Law yet?” I asked, and I tried to keep my face blank as he rolled his eyes with a groan. “I haven’t but Simeon’s in that class right now and I guess there’s a few really important ones.”
“Diavolo needs to make one banning history class.”
I hid a laugh around a cough. “I like the one that says I’m legally obligated to hold you when Ami’s not around.”
“That doesn’t sound like a real-” Mammon started, and I watched the flush crawl up his face as his mouth slowly closed. His eyes darted to mine and quickly away again. “T-that’s not a law,” he tried again.
“How do you know? You don’t study.” The words were out of my mouth before I could catch them and I eased them out with a brush of my fingers through his hair when I got up, leaving my work behind.
“More...more like you should be legally thankful for being able to hold the Great Mammon!”
“Right, right, I’ll ask Diavolo about that the next time I see him. And about banning history homework.” I leaned down to wrap my arms around his neck and laughed at the heat I felt rolling off him. “This is totally platonic, you know. The law says you have to save the over kind of cuddling for Ami.”
“Does it?”
I shrugged. “Do you want to find out? In my room in five minutes? You pick the movie and I’ll clean up.”
