Can't stop thinking about the brothers calling MC "master" since that new teaser trailer came out. The game is called "One Master to Rule Them All." It's always been called that. This massive potential has been right in front of our eyes the whole time.
Lucifer, who only uses it in private when he's feeling particularly devilish. He wraps his arms around you, looks you right in the eye, and asks, "how does my master feel today, hmm?"
Mammon, who has an empty wallet and the urge to gamble: "Maaaster! Can I borrow some cash? I can, right? I'm your first, after all. I'll just take it from your wallet."
Leviathan, who wants to go to an anime collab cafe but is too anxious to go alone, so he begs you: "Please! Master! It's only open this week and I just have to collect all 24 limited edition cafe coasters! It'll be easier if we go together!"
Satan, who catches you when you stumble and jokingly asks, "are you okay, master?" He likes seeing the little sparks of wrath in your eyes that mirror his own.
Asmodeus, who thinks the word is hot and enjoys your reaction when he comes to steal you away from other people by saying "hey! I need to speak with my master. I'll be borrowing them for a while. I'm sure you don't mind."
Beelzebub, who hungrily stares at the food in the fridge with your name on it. He knows he needs to butter you up to have any chance of success: "Hey master, are you gonna eat that?"
Belphegor, who uses it at the most unexpected times. He texts the group chat, "does anyone know where our master is? I can't find them." It sets off a long chain of messages.
"Master's not in their bedroom?"
"Master? Haven't seen 'em."
"Did you try yelling 'master!' and seeing if they respond?"
"I saw master getting something to drink about an hour ago."
"Master, are you reading our messages? I know you are."
"I can't believe master is ignoring us."
Several crying emoji are sent in quick succession.
Solomon and Barbatos, who witness the brothers doing this on occasion. Solomon turns to the latter and says, "You never call me your master. Want to give it a try?"
Barbatos looks at him with barely repressed revulsion. "I only have one master, and that is the Young Master. If you ever make such a joke again I will have you tried in court for lese-majeste."
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“what the hell?”
needless to say, you were confused to see your best friend, suna, standing at your door at three fucking am, looking drunk with his hair drippin wet thanks to the rain.
“hi,” he says and staggers into your apartment.
“dude!” you exclaim.
“hey hey, it’s fine, we’re cool, we’re bffs,” he says, a sly smirk on his flushed face.
yeah, he is definitely drunk.
“please don’t sit on my couch —” you say, but it was too late, he was already sitting down, letting out an exaggerated sigh as water droplets drip down on your sofa.
he pats the spot next to him, giving you a lazy grin, you scowl at him but decide to humor him and sit down next to him on the couch.
“god, i missed you,” he tells you and you huff, “i just saw you, two days ago.”
“what? I can’t miss my best friend?” he says, a slight pout on his lips.
you sigh, “rin, what’s gotten you so drunk so late?”
he hums in response and rests his arm on the back of the couch, “tsumu.”
“don’t you have practice tomorrow?” you ask and he shakes his head, letting out a sigh and you can smell the alcohol on his breath, “i’m calling in sick tomorrow.” he slurs.
you nod your head along, entertaining him for the most part — rintaro wasn’t easily drunk, so for him to be staggering into your apartment at three in the morning meant the he seriously had more than his fair share.
all thanks to atsumu.
“do you wanna know?” he suddenly says.
you quirk an eyebrow, “do i wanna know what?”
“how much i like you.”
your heart stutters in your chest, “....you like me?”
he grins, and his face flushes even more, “what’s there not to like?”
you laugh awkwardly, “okay!” you exclaim, “lets get you to bed, no?” you say in an attempt to change the subject.
“y/n,” he says, a serious look on his face, “i like you.”
it’s true, he likes you, maybe even loves you, and it’s gotten so hard for him to deny or ignore, every song he listens to reminds him of you and he’s been dreaming about you, it’s gotten so bad.
you hum, and pause, then smile at him, ruffling his hair, “tell me that when your’re sober, rin,” you say because you hope to god that it’s true.
he blinks up at you, then nods his head, “okay.”
and as he lays down on the couch, he makes a mental note to himself to confess his feelings appropriately in the morning.
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