***I am academically exhausted constantly now -a-days and just cried over an essay that is a week and half late that I spent an hour on a paragraph just to find out everything in the paragraph was false. I will now vent and comfort myself with demon boys. Don't mind me.***
Summary: Sometimes, school is just really fucking hard. But that doesn't mean you have to do it alone.
Attending the Royal Academy of Diavolo wasn't easy.
You were in classes constantly learning new things that was common knowledge to everyone else in the room. You were forced to endure subjects that you had purposefully avoided in the human world because you knew that you had neither the interest nor intellect to pursue them. And with all the drama that came with living in the House of Lamentation, it felt like you were always a week behind, playing an endless game of catch up.
It was exhausting. You were exhausted. But you never thought you were this exhausted
"Are you kidding- URAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!"
Satan's head shot up at not only the sound of your infuriated scream, but the spike of wrath that just plummeted down his spine. With a frown, he sat up from his reading chair in his bedroom and poked his head out into the hallway.
Beelzebub and Mammon were in similar states, he noticed, spotting their heads also looking out towards your bedroom door.
They all looked back and blinked at each other. "Should we ..." Mammon started glancing over at the door once more.
Beel simply hummed, before making his way over to your room.
It was Satan who was voted to knock. "MC? Is ... Are you alright?" he asked with some hesitance.
The door ripped open, and the tree demons had to take a moment to process what was in front of them.
You hair was greatly disheveled with an eerily likeness to that of a mad scientist. There was a crazed gleam in your eyes, that even as you looked at them, Satan couldn't help but notice that they weren't fully focused. You chest was heaving with stuttered breaths behind your tightly, locked jaw. "What?" you snapped. "I'm trying to work."
Beel frowned. "But you screamed?"
You let out an exasperated sigh, your eyes looking up to the ceiling. "Yes. Because this essay is beating the absolute shit out of me."
Beelzebub, once again blinked. "Is your essay enchanted? Are you injured?"
Feeling anger begin to bubble up inside of you once more, Satan quickly cut off his brother. "I don't think that's what they meant, Beel. They mean they're having a hard time with it," he turned to you with a curious expression. "Talk to me. What's going on? Maybe I can help."
You huffed, arms dropping to your side. "No. I don't want help. I know I can do it on my own, but-" Another aggrivated growl ripped from your throat. "Nothing is clicking! It's so fucking stupid! This class! This fucking essay! Not to mention it's already a week and a half late! I hate it so much!"
"MC," Mammon began, his blue eyes filling with concern. "It's alright-"
"It's not-" your voice finally cracked. "Wh-What if I never finish it? This paper is worth 30 per cent! I'll fail the class a-and a-nd-"
You were suddenly engulfed by Beel's arms as he held you tightly. Your body tensed instinctively as you fought to free yourself before melting into the demon's embrace. Your eyes burned as you felt your chest grow impossibly tight.
"It's okay," Beel whispered. "Even if you fail, which you most likely won't, it's not the end of the world. It's just a class-"
You frantically shook your head. "No. It's not. I need it for the program. I need it!"
Satan moved forward and ran a hand through your hair. "You need rest. You can always retake the course another time if the worst case happens. You can go at your own pace, MC. But this isn't healthy. You shouldn't be this stressed out over a paper."
Mammon hummed as he joined Beel in the hug. "It's okay to be stressed. It's okay to cry. Just, know we don't expect you to be fucking prodigy or somethin'. Just let it out."
Suddenly, you had no say in the matter. Tears broke free from the damn behind your eyes as gut wrenching sobs, as heavy as boulders, rattled your form like a window in a storm.
The brothers didn't move. They didn't say a word. They just held you. And they would keep holding you until you were ready for them to let go.
