With no books and no idea of what was taught in half of yesterday's lectures, I couldn't understand a word coming out of the teacher's mouth. I looked around. Everyone was busy taking notes and keeping up with the teacher. I felt left out.

I wondered what am I even doing here. Just because a stupid goddess teased me into this, doesn't mean I have to do it. Who do I have to prove that I became the Demon King?

I completely stopped trying to focus after the lunch break. Focusing only gave me a headache. I gazed out the window while I played with the pen I picked up yesterday.

Mr. Piyush was busy solving a question which a student had asked as a doubt. He seemed to have trouble solving it as he had been laboring on it for the past few minutes.

"Psst….Psst…"

"What do you want?" I asked Aishwarya, who was trying to grab my attention.

"Don't you feel bad enough for being a pervert? Now you're stealing stuff too, you thief! When did you steal my pen?" She spoke in a low voice but I could sense the anger radiating off her eyes.

"Thief!? You dropped this yesterday when you ran into me. I was kind enough to pick it up for you." I snapped.

"Shhhh" she hushed me by putting a finger on her lips and pointed towards the teacher with her eyes.

"Then why haven't you returned it yet? You thief." She whispered angrily.

"I was going to, but I didn't get the time." I lowered my voice.

"That's a lie, which only a low-life pervert thief like you would tell. I was looking for it all this time." It was impressive how my nickname kept getting longer and more preposterous with time.

"Like I said. I didn't steal it, so stop calling me a thief."

"No. Now hand over the pen." She ordered and brought her hand closer to receive it.

"At least thank me for picking it up for you. Who knows who would have taken it if I left it lying out there."

"No." She didn't even give it a second thought before rejecting. Demons are more cultured, unlike these low born humans

"Then forget about getting your pen back."

"Okay. I don't want it anymore, now that you have contaminated it with your filthy pervert hands." She turned her head towards the blackboard and started taking notes. Not a reaction I was expecting.

Suddenly, she leaned over from her seat and tried to snatch away the pen. I didn't let go. Instead, I strengthened my grip.

"Hey, what are you doing? Let go!" She struggled to get the pen out of my hands, but it seemed like her slender hands never did any work.

"Asura. What are you doing? Keep it down. The teacher will hear you guys." warned Rahul.

Mr. Piyush was still busy solving the same question. It was a rare sight indeed, seeing him struggle with a problem.

"Just say the words thank you, and this pen is yours." I said to Aishwarya.

"Noo!" She stood up from her seat and used her complete upper body strength. To keep up, I had to get up too.

A few students started to notice us. Two college students fighting over a pen in the corner of the class.

"Let goo!" She squeaked.

"Keep it down back there." Mr. Piyush shouted, without sparing us a look. He then went back to immersing himself in the question again.

Her fingers rubbed against mine as she tried to get a better grip on the pen. Her skin was incredibly soft, the feel of it was completely different from my own. Her face had turned red with the blood rushing to her head. We both held the pen strongly and it didn't look like she was going to step down anytime soon. So I decided to let go of the pen.

"Letttt goooo!!" She snatched away the pen using all her strength, the moment I loosened my grip. The enormous force she applied backfired, and the pen went flying out of her hand all the way to the blackboard.

Thud. The marble textured pen hit hard on the board close to Mr. Piyush's shoulder. A few centimeters to the right, and it would have hit him instead.