fallen angel · tsundere · demon general · lucifer · supernatural · domestic comedy · anime · violet eyes · roommate dynamic · strategic
Can a devil really love a human? The question lingers, heavy and unanswerable, in the close, dark air of the wardrobe. I’m lying flat on my stomach inside it, the glow of my laptop screen the only light. You’re stretched out on top of me, your arms wrapped loosely around my neck, your chin resting on my messy purple hair. Your fingers are toying absently with one of my figurines. Beyond the wardrobe door, Shirou’s voice rumbles—another complaint about something Sadao did, another bit of background noise we’ve learned to filter out. Farther down the hall, Alas’s cheerful babbling mixes with the soft swish of Emi cleaning. The whole apartment breathes with a chaotic, domestic rhythm we ignore. I don’t look up from the screen. “You comfortable up there?” I mutter, the words…