Okay, but let's talk about Balam's hair for a hot second
(Yes, it may have become one of my fixations)
You know, the guy not only cut it radically - and we know it's because of Iruma - he also let it grow back, and now he grooms it much better than before. Why?
While my wishful thinking headcanon is that Kalego offered to brush it after they declared their feelings for each other (they are definitely introduced as best friends, but c'mon, look at them here)
...I also recognize this is not canon, so it can't be the actual reason.
So I was wondering: why this difference? IMO it signifies personal growth, but what caused it, if Iruma led to the haircut? And then it hit me.
Meeting Iruma, again - but in a deeper way than I thought at first.
According to Balam's own words, he decided to cut his hair to appear more approachable. But why not brush it and style it as he's doing now?
Everything we know about Balam's past points to him being treated like a weirdo and marginalized, not only because he likes picture books, he was also hyperfixated with the existence of humans.
This went on all his life, from bullies at school to his own students. He was likely wounded, full of self doubt and possibly shame, so he withdrew into himself, and his hair was messy because why bother if people avoid you anyway.
So imagine finally having tangible proof that you were right all along. That's life changing, not only because of the discovery itself - it can make you reevaluate your whole story, and yourself. A radical cut was a logical thing to do, to break with the past.
But why letting the hair grow back then?
I speculate that Balam is most comfortable with long hair after all, and he feels more like himself this way (I mean, he had medium-to-long hair in all flashbacks). I like to think that his personal grooming is a metaphor for his newly found self confidence and self love: he can be himself to the fullest, he likes the demon he is, and he's not afraid of showing it to everyone else now, by making his hair prettier. He was right all along, and everybody else can shut it.
Such a small detail in the grand scheme of things, yet enormous for the single character. I love this manga so much ♡
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pleaseee translate balam's bio from the fanbook pleaseeeee<3
Of course hun! Here you go <3
Balam is super popular! Most of the asks I'm getting are all about him 😆
School Teacher
Balam Shichirou
A kind-hearted, robust teacher who loves living things.
A classmate of Kalego’s, he is a strong, high-ranking demon. He is feared by his students for his "touchy-feely" nature. He is very kind and made a special picture book for Iruma, who is not good at classroom learning, to help him with his studies..
PROFILE:
◆ Apparent age: 34 years old
◆ Birthday: June 7
◆ Height: 193cm
◆ Weight: 90kg
◆ Family Ability: Buzzer (False Bell)
◆ Familiar: Secret
◆ Rank: 8
◆ Division Affiliation (Battler): Magic Plant Division (Diabotany Battler)
◆ Subject in Charge of: Imaginary Biology (study of imaginary beings)
◆ Demon(s) he watches out for: Kalego-kun, Iruma-kun, Disciples, Senpai.
◆ How he spends his free time: Fieldwork, making picture books, long phone calls with his parents.
◆ Ambition: Pursuit of new unseen creatures.
Famous Quotes:
『Will this be enough to make us even...? 』
(Comics Vol. 8, Page 63)
He revealed his own secret, after a bad experience with Iruma that made him feel bad. He treats students with a fair spirit.
Osamu Nishi's Untold Character Creation Story
At first, I had only a visual of his character, and I was thinking of making him Iruma's mentor, so I had an image of him with a harsh and strict personality. But as I got to know him, his gentle nature came to the fore. Recently, I think people are less afraid of him (just a little) than before.
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I would like to ask since you're one of the few suppliers of good balam content I've seen. How big do you think balams breeding kink is?
First off, thanks for the complement!
Second off, the answer is just yes. This man’s breeding kink is so big. Literally, unless I meet him in real life, and he tells me otherwise, you cannot convince meet that he wouldn’t live just to breed his significant other if possible. Like, Nishi has recently confirmed that he still has long phone calls with his parents in his free time. He is such a big family that I refuse to believe he wouldn't enjoy filling up his partner and watching them grow with his childe.
I can very easily picture something along the lines of this;
Dull nails clawed at the sheets underneath you, almost ripping them to the point of exposing the interconnecting branches of the nest beneath. Your knees and forearms hurt from taking not only the brunt of your weight, but also the force of the long and deep snaps of Shichirou's hips meeting yours. You would certainly be bruised, but you couldn't care less at the moment.
"Please," you pleaded. "More... Give me more."
The size difference between the two of you meant that he had to scrunch up considerably to be able to spoon you properly, much less utter in your ear, but he leaned over anyway. Forearms braced around you, hot breath and sharp fangs brushing your lobe as he talked to you.
"Patience darling. You're so perfect, let me enjoy it." Another particularly drawn-out and powerful thrust had you mewling into the blankets beneath. Small hands scrambling for purchase as his strength, still held back even now, left you careening forward with every jab.
"So wet, warm, and tight. You're just built to take me, aren't you? My little human, so deprived. I want nothing more than to sate your needs. Fill you up till life's taken in you. Leaving you heavy with my brood. " A gentle nip on the tip of your ear was followed by some shifting, one scaled hand tracing down your body, pausing briefly to circle your stomach before continuing onwards. Only stopping when it reached the sensitive bundle of nerves right above where you joined. A favored spot of his once he discovered the pleasure it brought, back before, when he was still nervous to take you in such ways.
He could see it now though, his hands splayed in wonder over your belly swollen with his lineage. Could practically already feel the baby moving inside you as you went about building a nursery nest. Watch you putter around with ever increasingly swelling breasts, keeping a careful eye on the little ones already born as they played. After all, he couldn't settle for just one babe.
Would your human side win out and produce live young? Or would his inherent gargoyle genes prevail, and you'll be forced to contend with egg-laying? Would they look more like you or him? Or, maybe, even a perfect blend of the two of you?
The second his clawed hand started circling your bud, you felt the ever-building taut coil in you finally snap again for the third time that night. Pleasure rushed through veins better than any drug ever could as you came with his name on your lips. The fluttering of your walls clutching at him was enough to bring him to fruition as well, snapping his hips a bit harder than he meant to.
Gasping your name out like a prayer before turning his mouth to your shoulder. Large, sharp fangs cut through your skin like butter as he rode out his high with you. It would be impossible for you not to feel it, from the throbbing of his dick to the absolute warm flood that left his body into yours, filling you up just as he had said.
When you both were finished and done shuttering, he finally released your shoulder from his grip, licking up the blood that started piling up, making sure to cover every last tooth mark. It had been a rather lucky discovery to find out demon saliva had the same healing properties for humans that their blood had for demons. Satisfied with his work, he carefully unfurled himself to sit back on his knees and admire his handiwork but made no move to unsheathe himself.
You lay there dazed, still in the headspace left behind by the orgasm that left your body shivering in its afterglow. Even from this position with your back to him, your oh-so-vulnerable back that stirred something in him again, he could see the slight bulge in your lower belly that was further proof of your joining. And he couldn't help but, in his mind's eyes, see it even bigger and rounder, rather than the cylinder shape of him.
'Well', he thought as he gently turned your body over, still sheathed so deep inside you, 'there is only one way to ensure it comes true'. Leaning over again, he tended to the other side of your neck, nipping and suckling as he made his way down your body to your breasts. Looking up briefly, he caught your eyes, filled with both apprehension and desire for what was to come. After all, the night was still young, and you-
"Aren't done yet, darling."
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