It was weird that Anthony managed to get this far, the first member of his family to go to university, what a strange thought. As he stared at the large, red, two story building, he couldn't help but wonder how he managed to get here. Hazbin University was probably one of the most exclusive schools in the world, they chose one student from every country every year, and every kid that managed to graduate ended up becoming big some day. Anthony managed to be chosen out of every Italian kid in the country...but it didn't make any sense, his grades were literally the worst! Oh well, no use thinking about it too much, time to focus on finding his room. As he walked around the dorm, he finally found the door with the same number as his room key and unlocked the door, inside he found a far too neat room for a college dorm, and what he could only assume to be the culprit behind it. This culprit was a lanky man that oozed charisma and seemed to be the embodiment of being a gentleman, calmly reading a book in an old wooden chair with an antique radio on his bedside table. "Oh hello there, you must be my new roommate" the man said, putting a bookmark in the book and looking up at Anthony with a wide grin.

  Anthony's face ended up burning red, damn, this guy was hella hot, and radiated dom energy. "Anthony, it's real nice to meet you sugar~" Anthony purrs, regaining his composure to hold out his hand to the man. The man's cheeks seemed to burn up slowly from his low quality flirting, ok, this guy was definitely a virgin, plain and simple. That knowledge definitely turned Anthony on, but he wasn't going to corrupt such an innocent soul, not on purpose anyways, he was a bitch but he's not a completely heartless bitch. "Alastor, a pleasure to meet you my effeminate fellow!" Alastor greeted politely and excitedly, well what do you know, he was right about this man's charisma. Alastor seemed to have a bounce to his step as he stood up, Anthony could now properly see that while the lanky man was rather tall, he was still about a foot taller than the Creole man. Damn, something about that was actually super fucking cute to the Italian, his mouth went dry looking at the subtle curves of the others thin frame. Yep, this was going to be a loooooong four years.

  "Al! Where the hell did you put my fucking makeup!?" Anthony called out to his room, wandering around their apartment as he looked for the items. They'd been roommates for about two years now, and they've been able to get along fairly well over this time. Sometimes Alastor's OCD levels of neat-freakiness was a bit annoying, but it wasn't anything too bad, and it saved Anthony from having to clean up too much anyways. Although, through spending time with Al, he has noticed that the other had a few odd traits. Alastor had a few words and phrases he seemed to repeat often, things such as "my dear", "darling", and his favorite "you're never fully dressed without a smile" were repeated quite often. Despite being calculating and clever most of the time, he seemed to be compulsive, just doing whatever he wanted and got really upset when his routine was disrupted. He also couldn't keep eye contact for shit, they were all really subtle things, but it was still noticeable. He mentioned all this to his families doctor, and he mentioned that Al might have some kind of high functioning autism, which made sense to Anthony. "It's on the bathroom counter my dear!" Alastor called back.

Anthony sighed as he fidgeted with the bouquet in his hand, they were at their last year of university, and the school decided to have a dance to celebrate the years graduates. It was only thanks to Alastor that Anthony was able to graduate, or keep going to school really. When school first started, his best grades where C's, Alastor actually made the offer to tutor him, and since Al was a straight A student, there was no way Anthony was going to pass that up! It was during that time that Anthony really started to get to know Alastor, and as he got to know him better, Anthony started to gain feeling for the brunette. He gulps as he enters their dorm room, his mouth dry as he closes the door and shoved the bouquet of roses in Alastor's arms, the other man's eyes widening in shock and confusion. "Al, will you be my date to the dance tonight?" Anthony asked the other, trying to be casual about it despite his heart hammering in his chest. Alastor stared at the bouquet for awhile, seeming to mull over his answer before finally looking up at Anthony, "of course my dear, I'd be delighted to be your date tonight" Alastor chuckled. Anthony's face lit up when the other agreed to go with him, even picking up the light man and spinning him around in a circle in delight.

  When they got to the dance, they had pretty much everyone's attention the moment they walked through the door. Anthony wasn't entirely sure it was because he was wearing a suit instead of his normal skimpy outfits, or because Alastor was rocking that red dress, but either way, Anthony didn't really give two shits about the people staring at them. "I'll get us some punch" Alastor told him before walking over to the punch table, "alright Al!" Anthony called back while watching the other with a love struck, dopey grin. That is, until, some assholes decided to start harassing him. At first Anthony was just going to let it go, Alastor is a grown ass man who liked to handle issues himself, that is, until those bitches started getting handsy. Something Anthony learned pretty quickly is that Alastor didn't like to be touched without permission, so Anthony didn't really waste much time sucker punching those assholes when they started putting their hands on Al. Al sighed, seeming to be relieved as he was saved from those disgusting guys filthy hands, and Anthony was just happy Al was safe. "Thank you Anthony, however...I must confess, I think it's best for you to find someone else...you see my dear, I have autism" Alastor confessed. Anthony smiles fondly and cups his cheeks, "yes, I know, and? Ya didn't just get autism, ya had it this whole time, and I love ya regardless toots~" Anthony purred. Slow music started to play, Anthony wrapping his arms around Alastor's waist and starting to dance with him. "You really mean that darling?" Alastor asked, wrapping his arms around Anthony's neck as they danced together, "really" Anthony confirmed. The two came to a stop, and while Alastor had a hard time maintaining eye contact, they were able to stare into each other's eyes long enough to lean in for a kiss. Damn, this has been the best four years of their lives.