The classroom door didn't just open; it flew off its hinges. Clara Valac tumbled in, riding a giant, stuffed furball like a surfboard. "IRUMACHI! AZZ-AZZ! Look what I found!"
"Okay, okay," Iruma laughed, stepping between his two best friends. "Azz-kun, I’ll eat the crepes. And Clara... maybe we can save the storm cloud for the Magical Apparatus Battler practice?" mairimashitairuma,kun,com
"Iruma-sama! Please, allow me to present today’s supreme breakfast offering!" Asmodeus Alice swept into a low bow, holding a tray that shimmered with an almost magical intensity. On it sat a stack of crepes the size of a small demon, dripping with dark, glittery syrup. The classroom door didn't just open; it flew off its hinges
"Trouble? To serve the future King is my greatest joy!" Asmodeus declared, his eyes practically flaming with devotion. BAM! AZZ-AZZ
As Iruma took a bite of the crepe—which tasted surprisingly like blueberries and sunshine—he looked around at his eccentric classmates. Sabnock was arguing with a textbook about "The Path of the King," and Kalego-sensei was likely five minutes away from giving them all a week’s worth of detention.