Tsuramo clutched his bag tightly, dragging it behind him as he made his way into the new dorm room.
His crimson silk hair was tied back neatly, giving him a mature and handsome look—like a demon model straight out of a fashion magazine.
The room was spacious, with a huge window offering a breathtaking view of the dark, swirling skies beyond.
He sighed in relief, glancing around every inch of the room.
"Well... it's better than that tiny prison with one bed," he muttered to himself. "At least I won't have Masakiro snoring on my face… again."
Just as he was starting to relax and unpack, a sudden voice called out from the shadows. "Aiyoo... roomie…"
Tsuramo jumped, startled, nearly knocking over his backpack. He quickly sat down on the bottom of the second bunk, eyes darting around for the source of the voice.
From out of nowhere, a figure appeared—well, more like materialized—with a cheeky grin and a playful sparkle in his eyes. Of course, it was Kijin, the infamous wind-manipulating, invisibility-whispering troublemaker. The guy who played with the wind so much he made himself invisible just for fun, and probably just to mess with everyone.
"Did I scare you? Sorry!" Kijin chirped, winking mischievously.
Tsuramo looked confused, raising an eyebrow. "Sorry…? You literally just appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost with a bad sense of humor."
Kijin wiggled his eyebrows dramatically and turned around casually. "Well, I was just lucky—they sent me here because I was 'lucky,' right? And I guess destiny decided we should meet again… again… and again." He paused, grinning wider. "You feeling that unhinged friendship vibe? Because I am!"
Tsuramo crossed his arms, trying to keep a serious face but failing miserably. "Why is your eyebrows moving all weirdly? Are you trying to hypnotize me?"
Kijin chuckled softly, flipping his hair with a flourish. "Nope. Just making my eyebrows do the Hokey Pokey. They decided to do the Funky Chicken today. Weird, huh?"
Tsuramo shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Hmmm… I hope you're ready, roomie. They said two other demons new comers maybe they are in our room—probably from D class. I wonder who they are. Maybe a big, scary demon with horns, or a tiny demon with a big ego…"
Kijin smirked and leaned closer. "I know everything. Like, I know that one of them is probably a demon with a pet dragon that's allergic to dust—so, basically, a tiny fire-breathing allergy monster. Or... maybe they're just gonna be regular demons. Who knows? I do!"
Tsuramo shook his head, amused but also slightly wary. "Why do you know everything? Are you some kind of demon fortune-teller or just a really nosy wind spirit?"
Kijin grinned mischievously. "I just know. It's a gift… or a curse. Mostly a curse, because now I have to pretend I don't know what's coming next. Anyway, let's get ready, Roomie. The chaos has just begun!"
And with that, Kijin vanished into a swirl of wind, leaving Tsuramo chuckling and shaking his head — wondering if this was going to be the most entertaining dorm stay ever.
Kijin's eyes locked onto the egg inside Tsuramo's bag. With a sudden, exaggerated smirk, he reached in and snatched it up without warning. "What is this?" he asked, holding the egg up like it was a rare jewel.
Tsuramo blinked, unfazed. "Careful, it's an egg," he replied casually, watching Kijin examine it.
Kijin rolled his eyes dramatically. "I know it's an egg, genius. But what are you doing with it? Planning to make a fried egg out of it or what?" His wide eyes flicked from the egg to Tsuramo, full of mischief.
Tsuramo reached out, gently taking the egg back from him and placing it inside a glass container with a glowing bulb—like some kind of enchanted incubator. It shimmered softly, casting a gentle light.
"Apparently, I'm a father now," Tsuramo said with a shrug. "We were told to help it hatch. So, yeah, I'm basically a proud parent."
Kijin gasped, eyes widening even more. "You're a father? No way! Can I help you hatch it? I've got some wind magic that might speed things up!"
Tsuramo pushed his glasses up his nose, giving Kijin a look. "No. Absolutely not. You will break it, and then I'll have to deal with that."
Kijin pouted but then yawned and hopped up to sit on the top bunk. "Fine, fine. I'll just go to bed and dream about hatchlings. You're gonna need help when it hatches, though. I've got a sixth sense for chaos."
Suddenly, the door swung open with a flourish. In strode two boys, both around 14, but with a kind of awkward charm that made them look like they'd just stepped out of a sketchbook.
They were dressed in simple but slightly ornate robes, bearing the sigil of the Tengu Clan—a clan known for their agility and trickery, though they weren't exactly the most intimidating demons.
The first boy was tall, with a slightly crooked smile, and a mop of messy black hair. His eyes sparkled with nervous respect as he bowed deeply to Tsuramo and Kijin.
"Greetings, esteemed seniors," he said softly, voice trembling just a little. "We are from the Tengu Clan—Hikaru and Renji. We are honored to serve you."
The second boy, slightly shorter and more timid, nodded quickly and also bowed.
His cheeks were a little flushed, but his eyes were sincere. "Yes, sir, ma'am. We're here to assist with anything you need. We'll do our best!"
Tsuramo and Kijin exchanged surprised glances, then looked at each other and nodded.
Despite their small stature and gentle appearance, these two clearly had a respectful attitude, and that was enough to earn a faint smile from both.
Kijin grinned mischievously. "Well, well, looks like we've got some new little demons to boss around. Welcome to the chaos, guys."
Hikaru and Renji looked at each other nervously but nodded firmly. "Thank you, sir, ma'am. We're ready to help however we can."
Tsuramo sighed with a small smile. "Good. Now, settle in, and stay out of trouble." He gestured toward the beds. "And don't touch my egg—unless you want to start a new family, too."
The two boys blinked, then nodded eagerly, clearly eager to prove themselves.
Meanwhile, Kijin leaned back, whispering to himself, "This dorm just got a whole lot cuter… and more chaotic."