#dmc headcanons

18+, contains mature content, mdni

Not lovers but living together.

pt.2

𖹭 Roommate Dante walks around shirtless. Not even to show off, he's just comfortable this way. He sleeps shirtless, cook shirtless, works out in the common room shirtless.

𖹭 each time he went out of shower he loosely wrapped the towel around his hips, purposely exposing his vline leaving you some space for imagination. He'd tease you while approaching closer in that state, the smell of his shampoo and hot skin driving you crazy.

𖹭He didn't bother with knocking, just bragged into your room whenever he needed something, which resulted in walking on you while you changed countless of times. At this point he was pretty much familiar with your body curves.

𖹭 your roommate left his underwear everywhere. You had to pick up his boxers from the most random places in the apartment.

"Dante, that's literally disgusting" you picked up a pair of those that were thrown over your laptop.

"Jeez, stop being dramatic. Those are the ones that been in laundry recently. I mean I think so... Yeah..."

When it came to your underwear, whenever you hang the laundry, he can't help but take closer looks. When you weren't around he'd sometimes pick them up imagining he just took them off you.

𖹭 Dante steals food constantly. You buy snacks; they’re gone within minutes. If you ever order pizza he appears out of nowhere like a summoned demon. Each time you catch redhanded he says things like: “You weren’t eating that, right?” while already holding the last slice in his mouth. The fridge is a disaster. Half of it is strawberry sundaes, pizza boxes, energy drinks, and things you’re pretty sure expired weeks ago.

𖹭He leaves weapons everywhere. You’ll casually find a sword leaning against the couch or guns sitting on the kitchen counter like it’s normal household clutter.

𖹭 despite acting messy, he notices everything about you. Your routines, your moods or even what kind of day you had just from the way you close the front door. And that's where his affectionate side kicks in, he prepares a meal for you, gives you a massage, listen to your rants while his hand strokes your hair, his mouth whispering praises of how good you handle everything.

𖹭 flirting was waaay too normalized between you two. He'd casually call you all those petnames like "darling", "honey", even "wifey" while he watches you cooking for him through half lidded eyes. He steals your attention on purpose. If you’re focused on something, suddenly he’s talking closer, leaning against your shoulder, nudging your leg with his boot, hand brushing against your thigh.

But my favourite thing has to be that he ended up being like a easy crier. Something mildly sad happens? Crying. Celebrating something? Delighted tears. Laughing so hard he cannot stop? Definitely crying.