say so | satan

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"What do you need, Satan?" You finally questioned. He'd been boring holes in your face for almost seven minutes straight.

Flustered, he started going through the pages of his book, acting as if he hadn't looked at you at all.

"What are you talking about? I'm busy reading you see."

"Al..right?" Maybe you were simply imagining stuff because of all people, wouldn't spare you a single glance while he had a book in his hands.

"Man, that's but okay."

Burying his face in the book, he refused to lock eyes with you while you wore a shit eating grin, already texting the brothers about this.

He'd been very, strange around you these days. He was one of those people who wouldn't give a shit about their surroundings until and unless their interests were involved. But now he was always clumsy, and whenever you'd talk to him, he'd simply give you clipped and awkward responses, not even looking at you. Either he was being too obvious that he liked you, or he was popping his neurons.

You secretly preferred the former, but knowing him, he'd never make any advances even if he had bit feelings for your infuriating ass.

"Ah, Leviathan! Just the person I wanted to see!" You gave him a toothy grin, trying to distract your mind from the avatar of wrath.

"Go away, normie! I'm in a shitty mood today." He grunted.

"I warned you not to challenge Yoosung in LOLOL."

"Shut up! Baka."

"Well, what can I do to make you feel better?"

"Oh I don't know, die?"

"Trust me, I've tried."

"Fuck you. Alright, I'm allowing you to waste my time. What do you wanna do?"

"Uh, maybe binge watch the entire season of Toilet-Bound Hanako Kun?"

"That's strange, usually you would've suggested rewatching the two episodes of Balance Unlimited and simp over Haru and Daisuke."

"And Suzue-"

"Your gay is showing."

"Take me to your room, senpai!~"

That one fucking sentence made Levi all flustered and red, probably gave him a boner too but you couldn't quite notice that since he turned around at the speed of light.

"Wait up for me, Levi!" You called out to him, but he was long gone, locked in his room.

"MC, I want you to prepare yourself and do some research on the new subject beforehand that's going to be added to your time table in a week." Lucifer's monotonous voice gave you creeps.

Alright, Japanese literature's classes hadn't even started yet and you were already behind.

"Lord Diavolo told me to live a little and distract myself from the baggage of syllabus. That's exactly what I'm doing."

"Distract, not avoid. You sometimes make me want to pray to God."

Trying to slip out of Lucifer's bone-chilling glare, you tried to find a source to busy him with. And there it was, a blonde mophead in a distance, walking towards the two of you. The one you'd been trying not to think about.

"Satan, my man! Mind helping your favourite human out?"

"I- What the fuck? Er, what do you mean? M- my favourite?"

Here it was again. You were almost starting to think that he was purposely avoiding talking to you. But somewhere in the back of your head, the possibility of him liking you was still tickling.

"MC, Satan right here will be more than willing to help you with Japanese literature, right? Won't he?" Lucifer suggested, wearing a mischievous smile.

Raising your brows expectantly at the fourth born, you almost laughed at his reaction. Although you weren't very exactly ecstatic about it, you couldn't help but be amused. He was already plotting the ways to kill him, and one of them surely included Lucifer being thrown naked in a pit of Obey Me fandom.

"Listen here, bitch, I'm not going to dance around on your orders. I'll do what I want. Stop me if you have the balls to."

"Yeah, what Satan said."

All too familiar with his swearing, Lucifer wasn't one bit surprised by his flowery use of words. Rather he maintained his smile skilfully, although it twitched for one picosecond.

"But won't you be willing to teach her? Hmm?"

"You have every right to decline, Satan-"

"She'll fail, I know it-"

"Alright! Alright! I'm doing it. But because I want to, because you told me to. Okay? Okay. Fuck you."

With that, he turned on his heels, going in the direction he was coming from a few moments ago.

"Weren't you going this way?" Curious, you questioned.

"Uhm, I.. was? Ah, o-okay. Sorry."

It was definitely one of Solomon's many spells. It'd got to be. Satan apologising to ? You'd rather imagine you passing all the exams with straight A's.

"It's settled then, I'll... talk to Satan about this. And then I'll let you know what he decides about the timings and stuff."

"Bruh, why would you do us like that? We can't even be around each other without him being a blushy, stuttery mess."

"It's obvious that he likes you."

"Right? But he just wouldn't say it, or perhaps do something that'd confirm whatever this is. I don't wanna squish my two braincells for nothing."