Sunday and Lucifer stepped out of his sleek black car, the cool morning air wrapping around them as they arrived on campus. The bustling energy of students heading to their classes filled the air, but for a moment, it felt like they were in their own little bubble.

Sunday adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder before turning to Lucifer, a playful glint in her eye. She spread her arms wide, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Hug me," she demanded, her voice sweet but insistent.

Lucifer didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around her petite frame, pulling her close. She fit perfectly against him, her head barely reaching his chest. His body radiated warmth, and for a moment, neither of them cared about the curious glances from passing students.

As they pulled away, Sunday reached into her tote bag and pulled out a small insulated lunch bag. She handed it to him with a knowing look. "I made you lunch," she said, her tone bordering on scolding. "Because I know your smart self gets dumb sometimes and forgets to eat."

Lucifer took the bag, his brows lifting in surprise as he glanced inside. It was packed with care: a container of Greek yogurt, cookies she had baked herself, and some leftover chicken and rice that smelled heavenly even through the container. His heart swelled at the gesture.

"Thank you, princess," he murmured, his voice low and sincere. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough to make her cheeks flush.

Sunday grinned, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she stepped back. "You're welcome, daddy," she teased, the word rolling off her tongue with deliberate emphasis.

Lucifer froze. For a moment, his brain seemed to short-circuit. The word echoed in his head, sending a rush of heat straight through him. He watched her walk away, her hips swaying with a confidence that made it impossible to look away.

His thoughts spiraled, unbidden and completely inappropriate. It would be interesting to hear her moan that while he was— pause. His mind screeched to a halt, and he shook his head as if trying to clear it. He needed to get a grip.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, adjusting his pants discreetly. The last thing he needed was to walk into his morning lecture with a boner.

As Sunday disappeared into the crowd of students, her curls bouncing with every step, Lucifer let out a frustrated sigh. She had no idea the effect she had on him, or maybe she did, and she was doing it on purpose. Either way, she was going to be the death of him.

Later that day, Lucifer sat on a bench near the library, the lunch Sunday had packed for him spread out on the table in front of him. The cookies were soft and buttery, practically melting in his mouth. The chicken and rice were seasoned perfectly, and the Greek yogurt was a refreshing finish.

He couldn't help but smile as he ate, thinking about the effort she had put into making sure he was taken care of. It was such a small thing, but it meant everything to him. She had a way of making him feel seen, like she understood him in a way no one else did.

As he finished the last bite, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Sunday.

canada💙: "Did you eat your lunch, or do I need to come over there and feed you like a baby?"

He chuckled, shaking his head as he typed out a reply.

Lucifer: "Yes, mama. I ate it. Food was fire, btw."

Her response came almost immediately.

canada💙: "Good. Now go ace your next class, nerd."

Lucifer: "Aight, princess. Stop bossin' me around."

canada💙: "Never. You love it."

Lucifer leaned back on the bench, a smirk tugging at his lips. She wasn't wrong.

As the day went on, Lucifer found himself unable to focus entirely on his classes. His thoughts kept drifting back to Sunday—her teasing smile, the way she called him "daddy" without a second thought, and the way she cared for him in ways he wasn't used to.

By the time his last class let out, he was itching to see her again. He pulled out his phone and sent her a quick text.

Lucifer: "What you doin'?"

Her reply came a few minutes later.

canada💙: "Editing my video. Why?"

Lucifer: "I wanna see you, I'm pickin' you up."