Anti-hero

MC, Jamil, and Trey: *on cooking duty*

Grim, Kalim, and Riddle: *observing them from afar*

Grim: Geez. It's like a war in there.

Riddle: I've never seen Trey this fired up.

Kalim: *laughs* Maybe because they're cooking different dish?

MC: WHY AM I FORCED TO DO THIS?!!

Jamil: That's what you get for showing off.

Trey: *chuckles* Hey, at least you didn't have to feed a bunch of students.

MC: You don't call Savanaclaw and Diasomnia a bunch?!

Jamil: Enough of that. How's your food going?

MC: It's good. Smell that freaking aroma.

Jamil: *nods in agreement* How about you, Trey—

MC and Jamil: ...

Trey: Yes?

MC: Fuck this! We all agreed that we would be making home-cooked meals!

MC: Why does yours look like a freaking five star's?!

Trey: Haha... It just happens that I'm done with the plating.

Jamil and MC: ...

Trey: ...

MC: Cheater.

Jamil: Pft—

Trey: I can just put the food back in the pot?

MC: No need. This peasant knows their place.

Trey: Oh come on...

Jamil: *laughs*

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“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.

Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.

But, then, of course,  Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.

So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.

After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.

Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.

Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.

The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.

Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.

Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.

Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.

You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.

You decided to just let them angst this one out.

The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.

Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.

You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”

There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.

You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.

You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.

And then your door slammed open.

“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.

Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.

“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”

“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.

Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.

“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”

“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”

“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”

“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”

He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.

Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.

How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.

“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”

Once more for those in the back.

From now on 💛

My contribution to the 725 GeGo day event. It’s also the theme story of my next sgst fanbook 🙇‍♀️

Inspired by a time I visited a museum in Ginza and saw goldfish swimming in their little tanks 🐠

(There’s a Gojo POV as well, I’ll post once I finish it.)

You can't tell me he doesn't have a bias

he doesn't want anyone to see him („• ֊ •„)

MC: When demons I've met so far were like, "You're so adorable~"

MC: And then they f***d me like I was a common wh***?

MC: Geez, guys. At least tell me that I'm hot. *drinks another glass of beer*

Satan and Mammon: ...

Beelzebub: That's right, babe. Tell them.

Sitri: I never knew that Solomon would be offended to something like this. *chuckles* Truly adorable.

MC: Shut the fuck up, Sitri!

Paimon: Bestieee~ Looks like drinking is not for youuu~

Satan: Yeah. That's your last.

MC: *raises an eyebrow at him* You don't get to order me around. We're not married yet.

Satan: You-

Mammon: He's not. But I'm your first concubine, so maybe I could.

Satan: Why are you calling yourself their concubine-

MC: Hush! My husband is talking!

Paimon: *laughing and clapping*

Beelzebub: Hey, babe. He's just the other man.

Satan: You- We're going home!

MC: You're not my husband!

Satan: I am!