#fellowOperastansrise

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Opera x F!Reader

Synopsis: In which you fall sick and Opera takes care of you.

Quick notes to take;

⇢ Reader is actually older, but looks like a high schooler and is schooling in Babyls. [Almost the same age as Opera]

⇢ Reader caught Opera's eye and they decide to train you.

⇢ Reader is half-angel, half-demon.

⇢ Reader has an adoptive mother named "Amirah" and adoptive sister named "Dmitra".

⇢ Reader lives in/above a shophouse.

Warnings: No particular warnings, but if you find interactions between an adult and a "teen" uncomfortable or weird you should probably dodge this. Not beta-read so it might suck oops.

Word count: 6.2k

Disclaimer: I don't own Mairimashita! Iruma-kun and the characters.

Rounds of applause echoed throughout the stadium. I stared at the gigantic crowd with my [eye color] eyes, panting heavily. It’s normal for people to feel heavy after performing, right? So today shouldn’t be any different. I tried to keep my breaths steady, ignoring the slight fatigue that’s dancing around my limbs.

“How did I go from accepting Opera’s training regiment to dancing on stage with the infamous Devdol Kuromu and the girls from my class?” I thought, trying to hold the smile that was causing a slight ache on my cheeks.

Well….

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“[Y/N]-chan! [Y/N]-chan!” I hear the ever-jovial Clara start. “Hm? What’s the matter, Clara-san?” I turned to meet her viridian eyes, careful of the hot tea that’s resting on my hands. “I heard from Mitra-chan that you both were talented in dancing and singing, is that really true?” She said with her hands clutched, her arms moving up and down in excitement. The girls of the Abnormal Class plus the Student Council President decided to have a get-together and borrowed the Magical Apparatus Battler Clubroom, courtesy of Clara and Iruma.

“Uwah~ Is that so?” Elizabetta cooed, clasping her hands together. “That’s impressive.” Ameri praised with an awkward smile. I could only stare at them in bewilderment. “Of course, only Dmitra would blurt out stuff like those…” I thought, placing a hand on my temple with brows furrowed, shifting my gaze to the floor.

“Y-yeah… She’s right. I wouldn’t call it talented, however.” I closed my eyes and reminisced, “It’s just, our mother gave us a lot of freedom to do whatever we wanted at home when we were younger. During those times, me and my sister really loved music, so we’d try to imitate what and who we saw on the screen, and, well… It’s kind of a useless practice now since we never go on stage.”

I looked back up at them, only to be met with astonishment. “W-why that sudden question though, Clara-san?”

Clara seemed to flinch and jump back at that question, suddenly turning shy. “W-well… I heard that boys like to see when a girl sings and dances for him.” She uttered, twiddling her fingers. How peculiar to see the bright and happy Clara suddenly turning shy all of a sudden. From the corner of my eyes, I caught Ameri flinching. It also looked like her grip on the cup tightened. What’s going on?....

“Ah… Well… Boys are all different, so I don’t know what to say.” I replied, taking a small sip of my tea.

“Speaking of boys,” Elizabetta chirped, “[Y/N]-chan… Forgive me if I’m wrong but, why does it seem like you have a crush on Opera-san?” That sudden statement caused me to choke on my tea. I hunched over the table and heard Kerori yelp in alarm. The girls surrounded me, patting my back and handing me tissues to clean up.

“Wh-wha?!” I stuttered, feeling the familiar heat of a blush creeping up from my neck. “The Opera-san? The one that serves Iruma-san and Sullivan-sama?” Ameri inquired curiously, still patting my back as gently as she could. “Ah~ So was I right?” Elizabetta grinned.

“I…” I cleared my throat, “I mean… Was I that obvious?...”

“Nyahaha! The great Clara has also seen the way you look at them.” The greenette teased, deepening my blush. “S-speaking of Opera-san… Th-they did take you in for t-training, r-right?” Kerori piped softly, fixing her glasses a little. I nodded meekly, feeling as though the heat of my blush was evaporating up and into the air. “Oh? They personally asked to train you? You must be really strong to catch their eyes then!” Ameri’s ears twitched in excitement.

“Please, be my disciple.”

Their words rang through my head as I wondered how red could my face go today. Just as I was about to lose myself to thinking about them, Clara suddenly piped up. “Alright! I’ve decided! Let’s perform on the stage in school! We can also invite everyone to see, even Pera-sama!” Everyone in the room recoiled in surprise, before a loud “EH?” shook the room.

“B-but… Clara-chan, I-I don’t know how to dance…!” Kerori was the first to whimper.

“Me either, I’m afraid~” Elizabetta placed a hand on her cheek, a troubled expression coloring her delicate face.

“M-me too.” Ameri stuttered with a blush.

“So, so! I was about to ask [Y/N]-chan if you and Mitra-chan could teach me how to dance and sing! And since everyone here doesn’t know too, we can all learn together!” Clara chirped, grinning from ear to ear.

“Ah~ That’s a great idea, Clara-chan! This is also a great way to bond~ I’ll be under your care, [Y/N]-chan~” The blonde cooed with a smile.

“U-uhm…!” Ameri hesitated for a moment. “W-why do you want to dance in front of everyone, Clara-ch-chan?...”

“Hm? I…” Clara paused, the shyness earlier coming back, “I…! I want to impress Iruma-chi!”

How straightforward, we gasped. Determination seemed to spark in Ameri’s eyes at the greenette’s resolve. She brought up a clenched fist, “I-I, too, can’t lose…! I shall participate in this, as well… I-if you do not mind, that is…”

“I-I! Uhm…” Kerori stuttered, “I-I c-can’t dance… B-but I know someone who works with the devdol Kuromu-chan! S-so I can talk to them about replacing me w-with her instead! B-besides, instead of t-the small stage, y-you guys can even use the s-stadium she performs in!”

“That’d be amazing~” Elizabetta hummed, placing both hands on her face.

The girls glimmered in excitement, looking at me with pleading eyes. I looked at them, hesitating, before letting out a sigh. “Alright, alright… I’ll teach you guys how to sing and dance. Kerori-san, you can watch us practice since you’re not joining. We’ll be counting on you to speak to the person who works with Kuromu-chan.” I smiled at her.

“Hooray!” Clara cheered, “Celebratory toast!” We raised our cups with an exciting resolution. As the girls gushed about outfits and songs, a familiar chime rang from my phone. I reached into my bag to pull it out .

“It’s time to train. Please make your way to Sullivan-sama’s mansion. I’ll be waiting.”

The familiar heat blossomed on my cheeks. How does a simple message have such impact on someone?!

“What’s wrong, [Y/N]-chan?” Clara asked, “Your cheeks are red again! Is it Pera-sama?”

I could only nod timidly, “I-I need to go now… Opera-san wants to commence the training now.” I placed my belongings into my bag hastily. “Aw~ What a shame. We’ll see you soon then, [Y/N]-chan~ Goodluck and take care now~!” Elizabetta waved, “We’ll be sure to update you about the timings!” I waved right back and scurried out of the room, nearly bumping into the blue-haired boy. I uttered a quick apology and rushed out to the school gate.

It wasn’t long before I was met with the black iron gates of The Sullivan Mansion, and right beside it was none other than Opera themself. “H-hello, Opera-san. I hope I’m not too late. I tried to come here as fast as my legs could bring me.” I huffed, hunching over slightly to catch my breath. They gave me a polite bow in response, “Hello there, [Y/N]-san. You were right on time, actually, so no worries. Come along now.” They guided me into the gates and we made our way to their large yard, with me tagging along behind the red-headed demon.

“Why does it seem like you have a crush on Opera-san~?”

Elizabetta’s words earlier echoed in my head tauntingly, flushing my cheeks in a bright red. This obviously did not go past the ever-sharp Opera, as they halted. “[Y/N]-san, what seems to be the matter? Did you catch a fever, perhaps? Your face is really red.”

“I-I’m fine! Don’t worry!” I yelped uncharacteristically loud, my eyes snapping up to meet theirs. They raised a brow in suspicion, a head tilt following right after. I swear, their cuteness could really be the death of me someday. “Sh-shall we start with the training now, O-Opera-san?” I diverted the topic and my eyes.

“Ah, yes. Well then, place your bag at the stand there and bring out your weapon.”

And the weeks went by just like this. Right after school, I had a few hours to teach and practice our performance and right after that was the grueling training with Opera. If not for that constant reminder from them to hydrate myself, I would have probably toppled over in exhaustion. My mom would also request that I look after the shop for a few hours before closing up. Dmitra would be worn-out from training and dancing, so she heads straight to her bed by the time she reaches home. I can’t blame her though, afterall, Kallego decided to train her and we all know what entails whenever you’re near that teacher. The number of times I nearly fell asleep while simultaneously taking care of the shop and doing the mountain load of homework Kallego tended to give was uncountable.

“What seems to be the matter, [Y/N]-san? You appear to be out of it as of late.” Opera asked one time during training. “I-I’m alright… Just exhausted…” I huffed, wiping a sweat off my chin. “Just from this? Hm…” They placed a finger on their chin, “It seems as though I’ve gone too easy on you, since you’re already worn out from this level of training. Stand up, we’re going again, this time, harder.” I begrudgingly stood up, steadying my weapon to face them once more.

No thanks to the “upgraded” training, the final week of preparation was extra taxing on me. I must’ve lost some weight with the way the girls looked at me when we were practicing. Each time I assured them that I was fine, the more worried they became. Even Dmitra tried telling me to skip practice for a few days to recuperate but I politely refused. “I can’t afford to waste a session, we only have a few days left.” Was what I told her.

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The cheers and applause was never-ending even after we headed back-stage. “Nice work out there girls! Everyone did splendidly!” Kuromu praised with a gleam as I glanced around my arms and legs. If it weren’t for the carefully chosen outfit and make-up, the bruises and cuts from training would’ve been displayed for the whole of demon-world to see.

Everyone seemed to be talking about something but what? Wait… What’s going on, what is this ringing?

“Right? Don’t you agree, sis-... Sis?... Are you okay? You’re looking kinda pale-” Dmitra couldn’t even finish her words as my legs gave up on me. I collapse forward, breathing heavily. I could hear the girls call my name and for help. My whole body felt heavy, the agonizing throb of overexertion running through my limbs.

“...pera-san! Good timi… Fell over and…” Warbled voices circled around me, at this point, my head was spinning so much that I didn’t know who was who. “We have another… B-but [Y/N] is… bad state… do we do?”

“Leave her… girls get… care of her.” I feel someone place my head somewhere soft. The slight sting of coldness on my forehead jolted me back to my senses, albeit slightly. The first thing I registered was Opera’s -very attractive- face, staring down at me. Somewhere in their expression, lingered a hint of worry. “Wh-wha…” I utter, still in a daze, trying to look around me.

The familiar song that we practiced so hard after school filled my ears. Then I remembered just where I was. I tried moving my arms to sit up, however, it felt as if they had a mind of their own and disobeyed my every command. “I… I need to.. Get back out… there…!” I gasped with trembling limbs. “Don’t even think about it. You’re too weak to even get up. Rest now.” I hear their smooth voice chide as they gently grab my outstretched hand, their other free hand resting right above my eyes, effectively blocking my vision. “B-but…!” I protested shakily. “No. Don’t be stubborn now and rest.” Right after those words, my world faded into black.

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“You’ve grown up really well, my dear daughter.”

I jerk awake at those words, sitting up in a panic. I tried steadying my breathing, hands gripping tightly on the sheets. What was that? Wait, sheets? Upon realization, my eyes darted around. Where am I? It seems to be a room of some sorts. It even has a large window at the side. And the covers, the colors, they remind me alot like… someone…

“Ah, I see you’re awake, [Y/N]-san.” Too consumed within my inner panic, I failed to hear the sound of the door opening. I snapped my head up to look at them, “O-Opera-san?! Wh-what are you doing here?”

They did their cute little head tilt from before, raising one of their red-haired brows. “What do you mean what am I doing here? This is my room and this is the house I live in. Am I not supposed to be here?”

H-house?! I’m in- My gaze flickered around the room. I’m in their room…?! I could feel heat rising up from my neck. “Wh-what am I doing here? What happened?” I fretted, bringing up the covers. Opera silently sauntered into the room, mindful of the door behind them. They hummed, casually bringing a hand up to my forehead. “It seems as though your fever has gone down. That is a good sign. But… You’re still slightly flushed.”

I’m pretty sure the flush is for a different reason, Opera… Even the back of their hands are so smooth… I could’ve sworn I almost fainted just from their touch. “As for why you’re here… It’s quite a long story.”

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Right after the performance, Opera hastily carried the unconscious body back to Sullivan’s large mansion.

“Hm? Who’s that you brought in, Opera?” Sullivan asked, taking a closer look. “Oh? If it isn’t [Y/N] from Iruma-kun’s class? What happened to her?”

“I apologize for bringing her unannounced, Sullivan-sama,” The security demon bowed trying not to disturb the sleeping figure in their arms, “She fell ill after performing at the stadium earlier. And,” They kept their gaze on the floor in shame, “It was partially my fault that she is in this state, as embarrassing as it is to admit.”

Sullivan stared at them. “Ah, how adorable… It’s been awhile since I’ve seen Opera care about someone this much.”

“Haha! You’re always such a bully, Opera. But,” Sullivan placed a tender hand on their head, right between their horns, “Make sure you take care of her, alright? And don’t forget about my precious Iruma-kun!”

Opera blushed a little at their master’s praise before nimbly darting into their room, gently placing the heavily-breathing girl on their bed. They damped a towel and made sure to clean her as best as they could. After placing a cooling pad on her head, they huffed a sigh of relief, wiping a sweat off their brow.

‘Well, I guess it’s my turn to take care of other businesses,’ Their feline eyes glanced at the sleeping girl, ‘I suppose I could leave her for a few moments.’ They placed a hand on their head, patting it gently with a smile.

“I’ll be back, be a good girl and stay in bed while I’m gone.”

They walked out of the room, silently closing the door behind them. With that, they swiftly left the house and went to fetch Iruma back from the rowdy concert. After taking care of the young boy and his master, they, yet again, had to leave the house to yours, this time with a large bag in hand.

“O-oh my! If it isn’t Opera-sama! What can I do for you this evening?” Amirah beamed. They stared onto the floor, ashamed. “I am terribly sorry.”

“Eh? For what, Opera-sama?” She asked.

“I… There is a competition coming up and I was tasked to train your daughter, [Y/N]-san, and… I admit that I have overexerted her past her limit and she fell ill, therefore, I sincerely apologize.”

Amirah gave Opera a worried look, before the same smile graced her features. “Don’t apologize, Opera-sama. I’m sure my sweet [Y/N]-chan was trying her best too. She must’ve tried too hard again and ended up like this.” She sighed.

“Again, you say?” They tilted their heads.

“Ah, yes!” Amirah chuckled, “When she was younger, there was a neighboring kid that told her she was too weak and soft. In response, she trained hard with her sword everyday until she fell ill, just like now. I of course gave her a tough scolding afterwards.” Opera hummed, smiling a little. “She’s always the hard worker, yes?” They nodded, even with your fatigued and exhausted state, you were always giving your best effort. It’s what caught their eyes, afterall.

She placed a finger on her chin. “So, I believe my daughter is in your care now, Opera-sama?”

Opera nodded yet again, “I have come to ask for permission to retrieve her clothing for a few days.”

“Ah, are you sure she would not be imposing in the Great Sullivan-sama’s mansion? Will we be in trouble?” Amirah’s brows furrowed in concern.

“I assure you, she would not be. And whatever punishments Sullivan-sama may issue, I would take full responsibility.” They bowed.

“Alright. Her room is on the 3rd floor. I apologize for the slight mess.” The horned lady opened the door to the home, guiding the security demon up.

“No worries.” They assured, twisting the rose-gold doorknob that led to your room. Upon entering your room, the first thing that greeted him was the scent. The sweet fragrance they always get hints of while sparring with you. “Well, take your time in here, if you need anything I’ll be downstairs!” She smiled and then left, going back to her shop to tend to the customer.

Opera carefully sauntered around your ivory room, their alluring, sharp eyes landing on your closet door. ‘This must be it.’ With nimble hands, they opened the wooden doors. They delicately picked out several sets of clothes from the closet, placing them into the leather bag they had brought earlier. Until, something white fell out of the closet.

‘Hm? What’s this?’ Opera knelt on the wooden floor, gently picking up what seemed to be a very white, feather. Upon closer inspection, it even seemed to glimmer under the low-lighting. It even made their fingers tingle a little. They secretly placed the feather in their side pocket, then got up. After saying a quick goodbye to Amirah, they left to go back to the mansion.

Patrolling the mansion for one last check, they finally showered and strolled back to their room, a glass of water and medicine in hand. I’d have to rouse her from her sleep to hydrate if not, the fever might worsen. But, as their hand reached for the doorknob to twist it, the last thing they’d expect was to see you sitting up with a drunken expression.

They stared right at your figure and you stared right back with a muzzy, flushed face.

“Kitty!” You suddenly called, pointing to their direction, just as they were about to ask how you were feeling. Their heads tilted in confusion. “[Y/N]-san…?”

“Hm…? Woah… Kitty talks!” They watch you giggle in delight, clapping your hands. “Come, come kitty! I’ll give you lots of pets!” Your arms outstretched, while making a grabby hands action. Opera was conflicted, part of them felt very amused that you’re letting a vulnerable side of you show while the other part of them felt very guilty for overexerting you. They relented and walked to you, bowing their head to you. In response, they hear you giggle as you gently pet their head.

“Woah… Kitty fur soft! So… nice…” They hear you murmur, slightly blushing at your words. They quickly pulled away, having enough of your pets. “Ah! B-but… Am not done with pets…” They hear you sniffle. “You can have more pets later, alright? For now, please eat this medicine and drink this water.”

You nodded, glee returning to your features as you took the medicine and cup from them. They watch as you easily gulp down the water and medicine in one go, letting out an exasperated sigh of relief after. They smiled, patting your head. “Good girl. Now go back to sleep.”

With gentle hands, they gently urged you back to bed, pulling the covers up to your shoulder. “You know…” They hear you start, “You remind me a lot like someone…”

Their ears twitch in curiosity, “Oh? And who might that be?”

“Their name is Opera!”

The security devil’s feline eyes widened. “Opera…? Interesting… Tell me more. What about me reminds you of them?” They smirked in amusement. They felt bad for taking advantage of your disoriented-self but, then again, they were also curious.

“They always take care of me too. We train a lot together.” You rubbed your eyes.

“I see. What else?”

“They're so cool and strong! One time, we went to this park and they took down a biiiig beast so easily!”

They recalled their time in Walter Park and the beasts that suddenly emerged from nowhere. They smiled at your words, “Is that so?”

“Mmhm! And, and…” You paused, shifting your gaze away from them. Opera gave you a moment to continue.

“And?” They finally prompted resting a cheek on their hand.

“Well… Uhm… They’re so cool and… I… I sort of… Fell in love with them…”

Opera’s eyes widened once more, but this was by far the widest they’ve been all day.

“B-but… They probably don’t even notice me. I mean… They work under this great demon lord and his equally amazing and talented grandson, and then there’s just me, so…” Tears filled your eyes as you hastily wiped them away, “So it’s okay…! I’ll just watch them from a distance and cheer them on… Whatever they may do.”

For the first time in a while, Opera was stunned into silence. They could only stare at you, mouth slightly agape from shock. They had to admit, there were implications that you harbored feelings for them but, they couldn’t be too sure. But now, they had their answer. They could see your eyes start to shut as you mumbled some incoherent words. They stood up from the chair and leaned over your body, hovering near your ear.

“Here’s an advice from Kitty,” They placed a hand on yours, “Just be patient and wait for the right time.” They hear you murmur a soft ‘b-but’.

“Because I’m sure that they’re waiting for you too.” They finished, gently enclosing their hands in yours.

“Y…You really… Think… So?”

“I know so.” They placed a gentle kiss on your temple, “Sleep well, [Y/N]-san.”

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“And then here you are. By the way, Iruma-sama relayed a message for you, he was really worried and hopes that you feel better soon.” Opera explained, smoothly omitting the last part. I stared at them silently, absorbing the information. “Oh…. I’d have to thank him later then. B-but wait, if I’m sleeping on your bed, where did you sleep then?”

“Me? I slept on the floor there.” They pointed a finger to a mattress on the ground right next to the bed. “What?!” I exclaimed in disbelief. Oh god, I’ve just essentially made them sleep on the floor, and this is their room!

“I-I’m sorry for causing you trouble, Opera-san! I’ll leave right now!” I pulled the covers off my body in an attempt to leave, but was swiftly halted by the demon before me.

“You’re not leaving this bed until you’re completely healed, [Y/N]-san.” They frowned, gently pushing me back to the large bed. “B-but Opera-san…! I can’t make you sleep on the floor, this is your room! B-besides, I’m feeling better already.” I argued, taking their hands into my own, trying to push them away. Their frown only deepened, doubting my words. “Don’t be stubborn, now lay back down. I need to fetch you more water and prepare breakfast.”

“O-Opera-san, please…!” I pleaded, clutching their hands. They stared into my [Eye Color] orbs momentarily, before giving out a sigh. “Alright. If you’re really better by noon, I will escort you home. But,” They sneered, “Only if you rest up now.” I nodded hastily, “Alright, I will.” They nodded and left the room, leaving me alone. Still feeling slightly dizzy, I pulled the covers up and shut my eyes, sleep taking over me instantly.

It wasn’t long until I was woken up by the feline-looking devil, a tray of food in their hands. “You don’t have to get up, I’ve already prepared a small table for you to eat in bed, so please wait a moment. They placed the silver tray on the nightstand, then proceeded to unfold the small table. After positioning it and placing it on the bed, they laid the silver tray on the table and took off the lid, exposing the delicious smell of food.

I stared at the meal, mouth-watering in anticipation for a taste of Opera’s cooking. I looked at them and then back at the food. “A-Are you sure I can have this?” I asked hesitatingly, twiddling my fingers. “Of course. Eat up now. And don’t forget your medicine afterward.”

I relentlessly dug into the meat at their words. And oh my devil… Is this what heaven tastes like? No, wait, heaven isn’t a good place… This is literally heaven in hell… I chewed slowly, savoring every bite of their cooking. Within minutes, I shamelessly lost all etiquettes and gobbled down the food. Placing down the silverware, I silently thanked whatever gods that graced me with their cooking and turned to look at them.

“O-Opera-san…” I piped, “Thank you for the meal, it was exquisite… And I’m sorry you had to see me like that…” A flush of embarrassment decorated my cheeks.

“It was no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed your meal. Eat your medicine and get some rest. I need to run some errands for Sullivan-sama and I’ll be back by noon.” They reminded while clearing the plate and table, before excusing themselves from the room. I kept my end of the deal and gulped the medicine and water.

Bringing the covers up to my nose, I snuggled into the sheets, inhaling the smell. Ah… It smells so much like Opera-san… Hey! Wait! Stop it now, I’m being creepy! I shook my head and shut my eyes, trying to suppress the shameful thoughts.

It was late noon when I was woken up by Opera’s gentle shaking.

“Did you sleep well?” I sat up slowly and hear them ask. “Mmhm.” I hoarsely say while nodding. I hear them unfold the same table and place the silverware on it. But before I could even dig in, they abruptly halted my thoughts by bringing their hand to my balmy forehead. I flinched, a little startled, heat rising up to my cheeks.

“Hmm… You’re recovering well. That’s a good sign,” They sighed in defeat, their cat ear horns tilting downward, “Alright, as I promised, after your meal I shall escort you home.” They elegantly took the glinting lid off. I stared in awe at the feast that was placed before me, Opera really outdid themselves again. For a moment, I envied how Iruma got to taste Opera’s succulent dishes everyday, but quickly shooed the negative thought away and dug in.

Soon after, they cleared the empty plate simultaneously advising me to take a shower and get a fresh change of clothes as well. I agreed rather enthusiastically, shakily standing up from the bed. They eyed my movements attentively, making sure I was able to stand up properly. My legs honestly felt like jelly but I held in the slight discomfort of my still-quivering lower half.

“S-see? I-I’m fine.” I assured shakily, one hand still leaning against the comforter, my other hand reaching up to give them a not-so confident thumbs up. I hear them sigh at my stubbornness shooting me a frown. They soon led me out of the room and down a hallway, to a bathroom. After showing me how to operate the shower and the amenities, they bowed and promptly left, but not after saying a quick “Call me if you need anything.”

I made sure to clean myself carefully in the shower, washing off all the dirt and grime on my body from the night before. After one last check on myself, I exited the shower, smelling A LOT like Opera themselves. I blushed a little, how nice would it be to smell like this everyday… Hold on! No! Bad [Y/N]! I shook my head ardently.

“What are you doing, [Y/N]-san? You’re acting like a wet puppy.” I hear a familiar voice quip at my silliness. “W-wha…! Opera-san!” I yelped, placing a hand over my chest. “D-don’t startle me like that… Since when were you here?...”

“I’ve been here this whole time. Hm..” They placed a tentative finger on their chin, “It seems like I would need to include the sharpening of your senses to our training…”

I gave them a small squeak of fright, “I-I swear it’s just you who catches me off-guard!”

“Hmm~ Just me, is that right?” Their tail playfully twirled behind them, an amused smirk decorating their prepossessing features. My blush and embarrassment only deepened by their teasing with each passing second.

“Alright, alright. I was merely jesting. However, if you’re really interested in strengthening your senses, do let me know.” They backed away, “Come along now, I need to dry your hair before we depart.”

I nodded, ambling meekly behind them. Wait, they want to dry my hair?! Amidst my train of thoughts an unforeseen fatigue shot up my leg, making me trip and fall forward. I barely had time to react to the sudden drop but, fortunately, someone was faster.

With one graceful motion, Opera gently caught my fall, holding me close. “Are you alright, [Y/N]-san?” I hear them ask softly. At this close distance, I took in the details of their smooth, clear skin. How they managed to keep their skin unblemished fascinated me. I stared into their burgundy eyes, lost in thought. My grip on their arms tightened, the feeling of adoration in my chest felt so full, almost about to burst. It was their tail poking at my cheek that snapped me out of my daydream.

“Oi~ Is anyone there?” They playfully queried, soft tail still gently prodding at my cheek. I let out a gasp of surprise, “I-I-I’m sorry!” I scurried away from them, covering my currently very hot face, too close! Opera raised a brow, “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for another day? You’re still rather worned out.”

I shook my head with my face still in my hands, “I-I’m fine, b-besides, you’ll be walking me home so…” I say muffledly. “If it’s my bed that you’re worried about, I assure you that I’m comfortable sleeping on the mattress that’s on the floor.” They stated matter-of-factly. “N-no. It’s your room, you should be sleeping on the bed, Opera-san. I’ll be okay.” They stood up and brought a hand near my face. “If you say so, now, up on your feet.”

I placed a hand in theirs, feeling them hoist me up smoothly. “Don’t fall again now.” They teased, as we resumed our stroll back to the room. My heart skipped a few beats at their words.

But… if they found out who you really were, would they still see you the same?

The sudden doubt clouded my mind as they dried my hair. I frowned slightly, but I shoved the thought away from my brain as best as I could. For now, let me relish in this little happiness I have. They gave my hair a short brush, puffing in triumph at their handiwork. Soon thereafter, they grabbed the bag containing my garments and we left the room.

“Thank you for everything, Opera-san.” I bowed deeply at the demon before me, “I apologize for all the trouble I’ve caused…”

They paused their movements, turning around to look at me. “It’s no problem at all. Besides, I was partially to blame for your weakened state. I apologize for not noticing that you were way past your limit, [Y/N]-san.”

“W-what…! O-Opera-san you have nothing to apologize for…! I’m at the wrong here...” I shifted my gaze timidly.

“Oh? Leaving so soon already?” Another voice chimed in.

“S-Sullivan-sama! From the bottom of my heart, th-thank you for your hospitality and I apologize for intruding without prior notice…!” I turned to bow at the powerful demon lord. “Not at all! Besides it was Opera who took care of you so…” The chairman placed a hand on his cheek shyly, “But, we’ll be missing you.” He turned into an egg, wiping off his tears.

I chuckled at his silliness. Student’s have always described Sullivan as the fierce, powerful and strict principal but, he also this side of him.

“Sullivan-sama, taking a break I see? Have you done at least half of the paperwork you ditched yesterday because of ‘prepping’ Iruma-sama for the concert.” Opera leered at him, eyes glinting in vexation. “B-but! My dearest Iruma-kun! Anything could happen at that place, what if someone kidnapped him? What if he falls down and hurts himself? What if someone finds out that he’s-” The security demon silenced him from speaking further, “Don’t change the subject. I will excuse myself from the mansion for a while to escort her home and if I come back to find out that you still haven’t done at least half of the paperwork that’s due soon, I will do more than just making you sit for the rest of the day on that chair.”

Woah… Even Opera had this side of them. It’s a terrifying side of them I wouldn’t want to bring out. On a side note, seeing them so irked struck an unfamiliar chord in me. Did I just find their frustration attractive?! Oh no…

“Well then, we’ll be on our way now.” Opera bowed and ushered me out of the large wooden doors, shooting the principal one last warning glare.

As we trudged along the uneven dirt road, I heard them sigh. “I apologize for letting you see that. But, the chairman can be a handful sometimes.”

“It’s no problem at all, Opera-san. I find it very interesting that the chairman has this side of him as well.” I giggled, recalling his egg form. Opera sighed in defeat once more with furrowed brows. There was a short span of silence. Both of us just enjoyed the scenery around us.

It wasn’t long before the sounds of the crowds of people chattering entered my ears.

It was then that Opera decided to speak. “Do you know that you are very chatty when you’re sick?”

“H-huh? What does that mean?” I stuttered, looking at them with wide eyes. They looked back at you, “You’re also very open and honest when you’re ill.”

What?! Just what are they talking about? What did I do? What did I say? I panicked internally, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

Just as I was about to ask what they really meant. They stopped walking, causing me to nearly bump into them. “Ah, it looks like we’re here.”

Aw… what a shame… I unconsciously pouted a little. “This is farewell then. I do hope you recover quickly and smoothly so that we can go back to training. Also,” They unexpectedly flicked my forehead, causing me to yelp as I placed a hand over the stinging area, “I’d appreciate it very much if you’d tell me that you were overly exhausted next time.”

I looked away in shame, the familiar heat of a blush creeping onto my cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’ll keep that in mind…”

“Alright, off you go. You can return the bag the next time we meet.” They ushered me forward, to the purple doors of my house.

I pursed my lips hesitatingly, before gathering up the courage to face them. “Th-thank for everything again, Opera-san.”

They shot me a small smile and nodded. That smile seemed to shoot straight into my heart, deepening my blush. With shaky fingers, I tried my hardest to open the backdoor. After a few tries I finally got it open and was about to step into my house when their voice halted me once more.

“One last thing,” I turned to look at them, head tilting curiously, “Your performance last night was astounding. Keep up the good work. Then, I shall see you soon.” They gave a final bow then turned to leave.

I silently closed the door behind me, then crumpled to the floor in a blushing mess. This is really bad… How am I going to suppress this illicit feelings that I harbored for them now. I sighed and whimpered, the blush never leaving my face.

Well, there’s only one way to go about this now.

I just have to wait. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

The lack of Opera x Reader fanfics drove me to this insane state. But for the authors who did headcanons or shortfics of them, many kisses for you, muah muah.

After this, I MIGHT write 2 more fics; a Balam x Reader one and a Poly! Balam x Reader x Opera one. Because let's be honest, who doesn't like Balam-sensei. Why not Kalego? Because he's mean. However, if you have an idea for me to write I just might ;)

This scenario is actually a shifting scenario but I thought it'd be cute to share it with fellow Opera lovers, so here you go.

Lastly, if you have any constructive criticism, don't be afraid to let me know what I can improve on and how I can improve my writing.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it :)