(I found this old draft from like, early December! I remember it was a practice at writing dialogue and a bit of angst? I just remember sitting in an art class and typing it out lol,
But I decided to clean it up a bit and post! Since I haven’t been posting often and I have about 60 drafts lined up, lowkey I can’t tell if it’s any good or not, since idk if my skills have grown since my wattpad days. I would’ve fully rewritten it, but I knew it would’ve been a pain so I just spell checked and replaced a few sentences.)
(First scene takes place before lesson 16, second scene is during lesson 16. Also this is just a thing I thought of a while ago)
•CW: description of blood and dead body at the end.•
Mc has been staring at him for a while, hugging onto one of their pillows tightly, completely lost in thought.
Mammon had brought them an extra cup of noddles, they had both just gotten back from RAD a while ago so they were reasonably hungry, and he apparently made two “by mistake” and just didn’t wanna waste it.(Mc thought it was a dumb excuse, but didn’t want to mention it and just accepted the food.)
Though Mc had finished theirs a while ago, mammon was taking his sweet time, awkwardly staring down at the floor and occasionally flicking his eyes over at the human sitting no less then four feet away from him. It doesn’t cross their mind that he may be acting so awkward due to the fact that they have just been staring at him for the last ten minutes, but how could they really tell? Ever since they had made a pact with him, he’d been so awkward that it made levi look like an extrovert.
As the seconds go by he wonders if he should question them, maybe there’s something wrong with them?? Why else would they be staring?? Or maybe there’s something on his face? Is his hair a mess? Is his shirt wrinkled? Why in the three realms won’t they just look away???
as they finally break the silence mammon chokes a bit, he coughs as his cheeks almost immediately get red,
“H-wh- I- What?!”
“do you like me?” They asked it so casually, as if they were asking him if it were going to rain soon.
“then why do you hang around me?”
“how come?” They set their pillow to the side as they stare at him, he stammers
“I- well- because.. it’s… dangerous for you to be alone!”
Mc tilts their head slightly and furrows their brows,
”do you think your brothers would be a danger to me? Am I not safe here?”
“NO! I mean- uhm- obviously you’re safe here, I just.. you know I need to watch you!”
“but if I’m safe.. then why would you need to?”
“well-“ he pauses, his face somehow gets redder,
Mc smiles and scoots closer to him,
“you wanna know what I think?”
he side eyes them as they slowly start to smile,
“PFFTT WHAAAT! NO! No. No we aren’t.”
“No”
”yes,”
”no-“
”yes!”
”no!”
“Then I’ll ask again, How come you hang out with me?”
“I-“ as he pauses again to try and think of an excuse that wouldn’t cause anxiety or worry, he doesn’t want them to believe his brothers would hurt them- but he doesn’t want them to know the painfully obvious truth!!!!
mc grins and wraps their arms around one of his,
“we’re frriendss~” they say in a sing songy voice, pressing their cheek against his shoulder.
at this point he was so flushed you’d assume someone had came in and slathered red paint all other his face.
a bit of frustration creeps in as he yanks his arm from their grasp, and pulls them in for a tight hug as he avoids eye contact with them. If he can’t deny it, he might as well own it.. right??
“Well. I guess you WOULD want to be friends with the great mammon! It’s only natural!!”
a little surprised, mc giggles and wraps their arms around his torso in return,
“oh yeah, that’s totally it.”
“A- hey! Don’t be gettin all sarcastic!”
They turn their head to look up at him, at this point nearly laying in his lap. They stop giggling for a moment to smile at his face red face, they didn’t really mean to tease him, but he didn’t seem to be taking it to harshly. though still they apologize,
“I’m sorry, you’re right. Though you are a pretty good friend.”
his response surprises the both of them for a second, honestly he didn’t mean to say it, that was just an inside thought that managed to sneak out. He adjusts his arm to support the back of their head as he stares down at them.
“yeah, of course, I think you’re amazing mammon… and you’re doing a fantastic job… keeping me safe, that is.”
That moment almost immediately enters his mind as he stares down at them, pulling their body closer into his chest as their blood slowly begins to soak his arms and lap.
he wasn’t doing a fantastic job. He didn’t. He hasn’t. Why would he let this happen? HOW could he let this happen? He’s holding his human, his mc, as his youngest brother laughs.
He can’t look away, his mind re-memorizing their face, their eyes looked straight ahead with no sign of life, unblinking. He cups their face, shaking them gently, wanting them to do something, anything. To laugh at him being so worried, to make a comment about all the commotion, to mumble something about Lucifer, to blink, to BREATHE, To do ANYTHING.
he could feel their warmth fading away, they were so cold.
They didn’t deserve to be cold.
His brain was so clouded that he hardly took notice of the door being opened and his brothers arguing coming to a stop, his head finally jerking up when someone spoke their name.
