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Hello, my lovelies~! Well, here we are at the end of this fic collection. Just like the last chapter, I've had this one planned from the very start, although I did end up adding a few things from other chapters ;p I've really enjoyed writing these one-shots and ficlets and I'm so proud of them. And I'd still love to hear what you think of them, and I would still love to keep reading about your headcanons, even if I won't be writing stories for them. The next Urushihara fics will be coming. Not sure when, but they're coming! Anyway, onto this final ficlet. It's another two-headcanons-in-one, with a bunch of the headcanons that I've already written for coming into play to create a nice little ending. I'm pretty sure this is definitely the longest ficlet in the collection. Enjoy~!

Headcanon: 1. Urushihara actually matures a lot once he's lived on his own on Earth for a while and 2. Urushihara annoys Chiho after the others have gone back to Ente Isla because he's the only one of them who's still there

Bet You Thought You'd Seen the Last of Me

"And, done…!" he said with a relieved sigh, his eyes shifting to the clock in the corner of the screen, "Whoa, is it that late already?"

Urushihara had spent almost the whole day working. It was strange - him, working an honest job, but that's how it had turned out. He'd managed to form a strong fan following with a few little online games. Of course, it wasn't difficult to get that attention when most of them were already watching his videos. Sometimes he even took on a few small web design commissions. And however he got the money, room 201 in Villa Rosa was his now.

Ok, so technically it was still the landlady's, but Urushihara paid the rent, and that, he had to admit, was a big step up to how it used to be.

Glancing up at the small gap between the curtains, Urushihara saw the moon faintly shining behind a cloud in the dark sky. Yup, it definitely was that late. He went about the usual process of saving his work and closing the laptop before finally standing and pulling out his futon from the closet. Once upon a time, it had been Maou's futon (or was this one Ashiya's? He never did remember which was which) but that had changed a couple of years ago. Maou had also left Urushihara with his phone and a lot of manga, which now sat alongside his growing collection of books and games. The apartment was pretty much the same; he even kept his old box tunnel in the corner. It did get kind of lonely at times but he was learning to cope. He was happier in this world than he had been anywhere else, and if being alone most nights was the price he had to pay for that happiness, then so be it.

Maou did take him up on his suggestion to come back and visit whenever he felt like checking up on his former general, and Ashiya normally followed close behind. Even Suzuno had returned to Earth on occasion. Not quite as often as his fellow demons, but she had appeared to keep him company for a short time once or twice. It was nice to know she still worried about him, especially considering they were enemies when they first met. And she still nagged at him like an older sister (even if she was a few thousand years younger). And he still whined and complained when she did. But that was how they worked.

And the rest of the time, when his old friends from back home couldn't be around, he always had his friends here. He could meet with Momoko easily, since she didn't live too far away, and it wasn't unusual for her to show up out of the blue at his door, since he was never the type to arrange the hang outs, and she was never the type to be predictable. But it was always a nice surprise. And since he had an extra futon, Shizuka would typically stay a night or two when he came to Tokyo. It had been a little bit embarrassing when Urushihara suddenly awoke with a cry one night, rousing Shizuka awake as well. Or, it was at first. It was hard for him to open up about his nightmares to his friend but once he did, Shizuka was ready to accept it all.

He lay for a few minutes, just thinking about how his life had changed. How he had finally arrived at the point where he was happy with where he was, and with who he was. Where he could cope on his own, but he didn't always have to be on his own. He fell asleep with a peaceful and serene expression on his face.

When the sun streamed into the apartment through the curtains the next morning, Urushihara only buried his face into his pillow. He had finished his latest commission yesterday with another day to spare before the deadline, so he didn't really have anything to do. Checking online, he saw that Momoko was busy, so no surprise visits today. If Maou or Suzuno were planning on visiting, he would normally receive an Idea Link transmission from them first, but there was nothing. He'd stocked up on food recently enough. No need for shopping right now.

He soon grew bored of sitting around with his games and books. Maybe… just a walk would be good. He did still try to keep his venturing into the outside world to a minimum, but the old problem of his criminal record didn't seem so big nowadays. He was a pretty unassuming guy, after all. With that thought, Urushihara threw on the grey hoodie he had bought himself not long after the others left and pulled his old grey beanie over his head. He grabbed the key from its place on the table and left.

It was a bright, clear day and Urushihara wandered around aimlessly, his hands in his pockets. Feeling a strange sense of familiarity, he slowed to a halt and looked at the building opposite him. It took him a moment to remember it. It had been quite some time since he'd been there. And most of his memories of the place weren't so sweet to think about.

Sasahata North High School.

He blocked out the images of Olba, choosing to only think of when he discovered his PASTA in that bag, and when he had sent Maou and the others on a wild good chase, just to get that game console back. And hadn't this been Chiho's school?

She must've graduated by now, huh…? he thought as he started walking again.

Eventually, the nostalgia sparked by seeing the high school led him to the shopping district near the Hatagaya train station. He walked down the street, not really going anywhere in particular, until he saw someone he recognised out the corner of his eye. Chiho was leaving MgRonald's, clearly having just finished her shift, and hadn't seen him.

Moving quickly, he snuck up behind her and followed her for a minute or so before tapping her shoulder, making her turn her head.

"'Sup?"

Chiho jumped with a squeak, pouting when Urushihara snorted at her surprised response. She glared at him.

"You're not gonna apologise?!"

"Apologise for what?" he asked, still smirking.

"For scaring me!"

"Oh, please," Urushihara rolled his eyes, "You're not that scared, I'm barely getting anything from you right now. Nothing worth an apology."

Chiho huffed once than turned and kept walking, Urushihara following her.

"So you really did stay. I didn't think you'd do it," she didn't look at him as she spoke, "Oh! Unless you found someone to cook and clean for you…?"

Urushihara frowned, "I can take care of myself, y'know, Sasaki. I'm not a kid."

"Sure you're not."

"Hey!"

It was quiet for a few seconds, then-

"So, has Mr Maou been back?"

Urushihara caught up to her and turned so he walking backwards, looking off to one side.

"Not since the last time you saw him."

Chiho only sighed.

"Why do you have to do this?"

"Do what?" he turned his head to look at her.

"Why do you have to be the only one to stay? Why couldn't Mr Maou or any of the others stay?"

Urushihara huffed out an impatient sigh.

"They've all got lives in Ente Isla, Sasaki."

"And you don't?"

"… No."

Now he was glaring at her. Another empty silence.

"Um..." Chiho started, "So, how are you handling living alone, then? What do you do for money?"

Urushihara was honestly surprised by the question. It was no secret the two still weren't exactly friends and Chiho had rarely shown him any patience or consideration, or any interest in his life at all.

"Well, I've been working on some games and building websites and stuff," he said, giving her a confused look, "That kinda thing."

Chiho's eyes widened ever-so-slightly.

"Really? That's pretty impressive. I don't think I could do anything like that."

"… It's not all that hard once you get the hang of it."

"Huh. I guess it's just about what you're interested in…"

Then she blinked and looked at him like she had just realised something.

"Hey, is that the hat I got you for Christmas a few years ago?"

"Yeah… I like it…" Urushihara muttered a little self-consciously and looked away.

Chiho smiled.

"I'm glad."

It wasn't much longer until they went their separate ways, Chiho feeling oddly lonely when Urushihara left. Maybe he wasn't as bad as she had thought. Of course, he was still bad. Just not as bad as that. Meanwhile, Urushihara returned to Villa Rosa and opened his laptop with not a care in the world. Finding both Momoko and Shizuka online, he smiled to himself. He was happy right where he was, in his own little Heaven.