No Homo Romeo❤️

"Oh relax, pet," The demon cooed, his arm wrapped around your waist, body pressed close, too close, hip to hip. "I won't kiss you until you want me to." Asmodeus tilted his head, his perfume cloyingly sweet. "And we both know you'll be begging for it."

As mockery dripped from his voice, coy and arrogant, the flustered spell Asmodeus had woven over you was broken.

It was satisfying to place your hand over his chest and shove, forcing the demon back. "You can relax a little, then. That won't be happening anytime soon. We're here to watch the show." you gesture vaguely to the runway, and the seats along either side of the stage. "So, let's watch, shall we?"

Asmo stood back for a moment, blinking. This wasn’t how this sort of thing normally went.

There had been such a lovely warmth coming from your cheeks as he had pressed close- and now it was gone. The moment had passed, and he’d failed to expand it.

Shame.

He settled down in the folding chair next to you, arm wrapping around your chair back, fingers carefully minded so they wouldn’t be touching you. Teasing aside, a boundary had clearly been set.

You could still feel the heat of his arm through the thin chair back, but you appreciated the lack of verbal brouhaha involved in getting him to back off a little.

“So," he began, inclining his head towards you in a conversational invitation. "I know you're very excited for me, because you came to this premier. Have you ever been to a fashion show before?"

You nod along as he speaks, passively noticing that other demons have begun filling in. Fashion journalists, Majolish bigwigs, and fans of Asmodeus are who you expect to be here, and you're not surprised to see well dressed demons with varying degrees of interest- some, sorry, many have cameras, some professional, but mostly just D.D.D.s in assorted kitschy cases. A few have notepads, and even fewer still radiate power. Your gaze slides back to Asmodeus, his face pleasant, and his expression interested.

"No, not in person." You answer honestly. "I've seen the occasional clip online from when something really eye catching happens- like a change mid-catwalk- or photosets floating around tumblr."

Your 'date' gives a thoughtful hum, considering. Trying to think of a way to describe what to expect; this isn't the human realm, but-

"I'm excited to actually see one in person, though." You tell him. "You've put a lot into this, too, so I’m excited to see it."

At this, his train of thought is derailed, and all he can do is blink at you, stunned.

"I mean. Not much gets you to give up your precious beauty routine...." You pause, self conscious with his silence. "My sleep routine is pretty, ah. Nonexistent, but, I've noticed your light on when I passed by- and you've been hunched over a your drafting pad for weeks now."

"You noticed?" Asmodeus hadn't meant to say his thought aloud- he didn't care for how vulnerable his voice sounded either. "But it's a bit mean to call it 'hunching', isn't it? I curve into a comfortable sitting position for work, that's all. Cute of you to look for me, though; I guess you can't help but be obsessed with me." He finished with an over the top sigh, as if he was pining. Much better.  

You laughed at that, the both of you tucking any unspoken vulnerability under familiar banter; Exaggerating your perception of one another and their action, ignoring the good natured insults you laid at the others feet. Talking about nothing until, suddenly, Asmodeus would find himself speaking honestly, taking note and care of your reactions and opinions. He hardly noticed as the rest of the seats filled.  

This wasn't normally how it went, and that frightened him.

He was usually so sure of himself- so sure of his company's adoration, he might as well have been speaking alone. He knew his adoring fans latched onto his every word, every breath, yet.

And yet he felt so heard, so seen, when he spoke with you. It was addicting when you gave him attention, and it was the end of the world when you weren't.

You'd given him so much, more than the two of you would be able to begin to comprehend in your moral lifespan.

The parts don’t go together. Your body is one thing, your head is something else, your heart says something totally different, nothing makes any sense. Wouldn’t it be better to go under the knife? But how long would it take? What would it cost? How much would it hurt? What if something went wrong? Can I even-

“Hey, what’s up?”

-Kirishima is so sweet. He mentioned he was going out today, is he going to invite me with him? Maybe he’s here asking for another study session.

“I’m going out, want to come with? Sero and Ashido are coming. Couldn’t convince Bakugo, and Kaminari’s stuck with Iida and Momo since he bombed the test yesterday.”

“I don’t blame him, that one was tough!” Y/n groaned. She smiled. “Yeah. Gimme a sec to change, I don’t want to go out looking like a hobo.”

“Yeah… Might want to buy some new sweats while we’re out.”

Kirishima chuckled, withdrawing from Y/n’s room, having cracked the door open and stuck his head in, leaving Y/n alone once more in the vastness of her unkempt room.

Sweats… They’re comfy, but I should probably stop wearing sweatpants.

Y/n stood up from her desk, abandoning a notebook half filled with math equations but mostly with doodles. She walked over to her closet and picked the first dress she saw, changing quickly so she could think about anything else but the plagues in her mind. She had to stop herself from running down the stairs, eager to get out and have a good day not cooped up in her room stuck in her own head.

“Hey, Y/n!” Ashido said excitedly. “Ready to go?”

Y/n nodded, grinning.

Mina’s always so happy, and she’s so strong! She really is the best.

“I just know Ashido’s going to drag us around to every store in the mall,” Sero said, raising an eyebrow. “Prepare your wallet, L/n.”

“Yeah, I figured,” Y/n said. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“Hey, if you run outta cash, I’ll cover you,” Kirishima said happily, gathering the group and leading them out of the dorms.

It was a peaceful train ride to get to the mall. Ashido kept eyeing up an attractive stranger who got off two stops after they got on, Sero was spewing an unending chain of dad jokes he learned on the internet, and Kirishima was listing facts about Crimson Riot the whole way. Y/n was just happy to be a part of any of their conversations.

As soon as they got to the mall, however, Ashido zoomed off to a jewelry store and disappeared. Sero got lost in Build-A-Bear Workshop.

Y/n, afraid of being left on her own, stuck to Kirishima like glue, never letting him out of her sight.

“D’you think Ashido or Sero’ll come back anytime soon?” She asked, following Kirishima into some fast-fashion shop full of tweens. Kirishima grimaced.

“Probably not,” he said. “Last time I came here, Ashido stopped at the food courts and ended up coming back an hour later than us on a different train.”

“Oh, was that the time last week when Kaminari came back totally zapped?” Y/n asked, remembering the loud yey as Kaminari entered the dorm. Kirishima nodded. “I should really get out with you guys more. I never get to see him embarrass himself in public.”

Y/n stared at a pink dress as they walked past it, taking it in before following Kirishima to the men’s jeans section. Not noticing he’d stopped, she bumped into him awkwardly.

“Sorry. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said. “My fault. Is something up?”

“You looked like you wanted that,” he said simply. “Do you want to try it on? I can pay if it’s too much for you.”

“The dress?” Y/n asked, unsure of what he meant. Kirishima nodded. “Oh. It’s cute, but I don’t think I could pull it off.”

“I politely disagree,” Kirishima said, grinning. “Go try it on! It really is cute, I think you’d rock it.”

Y/n smiled shyly, walking back over to the dresses and flicking through the one hanging on the rack, trying to find her size. She finally did, holding it up so Kirishima could see as he kept browsing the jeans. He gave her a thumbs up, and she went to the dressing room, eager to try it on. If Kirishima thought she’d look good in it, then she would, right? After all, he was one of the sweetest people she knew.

She pulled off the dress she was currently wearing, cream-colored with a floral print, and stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes.

…It’s just not right. Who am I kidding, just because Kirishima thinks it’s a cute dress doesn’t mean it’ll look any better on me. If anything, I’ll just make it less cute. It probably won’t even fit, it’s not made for people like me. Maybe if I looked more like Ashido, then I could pull it off. She looks good in anything! I’m not like her, though. I should just put the dress back. It’s not like I’ll end up wearing it. I’ll just end up in sweatpants and a t-shirt again as soon as I’m back at the dorms. Even the dress I’m wearing today doesn’t look good on me. I should’ve worn something else today. I can’t-

“Hey, Y/n, you’ve been in here for a while,” Kirishima said. There was only one occupied dressing room, so he assumed that was where Y/n was. He took a seat on one of the benches. “You okay? Does it fit?”

“Um- No, it doesn’t,” Y/n lied, panicking. “And it doesn’t look that good either, so I think I’ll just no get it-”

“Can I see it?”

Y/n paused, staring at herself in the mirror before looking at the dress, hanging off one of the pegs on the wall. She sighed quietly, taking it off the hanger and slipping it on quickly. She opened the door to the dressing room she was in and brushed off the skirt awkwardly.

“I don’t really-”

“What do you mean it doesn’t fit? That looks awesome on you!” Kirishima said excitedly. “Turn around!”

Y/n spun around slowly, showing off the dress. There was some comfort in Kirishima’s enthusiasm, but the dress still didn’t fulfill any particular dreams.

“Do you really like it that much?” She asked. Kirishima nodded.

“It’s super pretty,” he said. “I told you you’d look good in it, didn’t I? Do you want me to buy it for you?”

“Um… No,” Y/n said awkwardly, seeing herself in the mirror again as Kirishima gently turned her around, carefully examining the strappy back of the dress.

“Really? Why not?”

“I just… I don’t want it,” she said.

“You looked so in love with it earlier,” Kirishima protested. “Is it uncomfortable or something?”

“I just don’t think I look good in it,” Y/n mumbled. “You’re really nice, and I’m happy you like the dress, but it’s not for me.”

Kirishima sighed, taking a deep breath.

“I don’t like the dress,” he said firmly. “I like you. I like all the dresses you wear. Actually, I like everything you wear! You’re so pretty!”

Y/n walked back into the dressing room and closed the door, changing back into her other dress slowly.

“I’m not pretty, Kirishima,” she said, voice wavering. “…I’m hardly handsome, either. It’s just not right. The dress doesn’t look good on me.”

It didn’t take much for Kirishima to put the pieces together. Y/n had never had a particularly feminine figure, though he thought it was just because she had more muscle than most of the girls in their class. She was really strong, after all. She went out of her way to do very feminine things, more so than the other girls in class, even going so far as to learn how to make different teas from Yaomomo or to have Tsu teach her how to do complicated braids. It all fell into place when Y/n said ‘handsome’.

“The dress does look good on you, Y/n,” Kirishima said, his voice more firm than Y/n had ever heard. “And you are pretty. Beautiful, even! You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met. …Emphasis on girl.”

Y/n didn’t respond.

“I don’t know what’s going on in your head right now, but I do know you look good in dresses. And in skirts. And anything else you wear! …You use the girls’ bathroom, and you wear ladies’ perfume- the same one Uraraka wears, just a little less of it- and you do your makeup even better than Ashido does. Even if you don’t want me to buy the dress, I want to hear you say it looks good on you.”

“…I look good in the dress.”

“Damn right you do.”

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Lucifer ->

What in the Devildom?!

I mean, initially mans is upset with the entirety of the situation.

You disrespected his wishes and ended up unleashing his youngest brother who's having a temper tantrum.

In the shock of Belphie grabbing MC, they yeeted poor cow demon boi across the room.

Takes note to ask Diavolo if you're actually human.

Lucifer be looking at MC like 👀

Mutters a "Well helloooo" under his breath

Mammon ->

First impression: "Holy F*ck human..!"

Second impression: Wait...is that why MC chuckled every time I said the Great Mammon would protect them???

*Yelling like hes at a professional UFC match*

"Oi that's my human!"

"Place ya bets for who wins this round!" 💰💰💰

*Brothers all look back at him in equal shock*

"Oh..uh...Oi, that's my brother you're throwing!"

*whispering behind MC* "Kick his butt MC!"

Levi ->

*Levi.exe has stopped functioning properly*

Did..did you really block an attack from a demon WITH YOUR ARM?!

YOU DIDN'T EVEN FLINCH?!?

Has to take a few moments to process how to word again.

"Yo MC, you some kind of anime protagonist???"

You better tell him if you are!!

Instantly falls in love.

Mans got heart eyes and all 😍

Oh wait shit....uhh belph...you good?

Satan ->

Excuseh MOI?? 🙀

*glass shattering meme*

Actually speechless for the first time in centuries.

Stands stupefied while his brothers are all screaming nonsense.

Doesn't even look to see if Belphie is okay, he's sure he is.

His eyes are too busy zeroed in on MC looking like they could take on the world.

This human....oh my

Oh shit, ya boi in love 😻

Amgry blush because this is the exact moment he realizes he might have a type.

Asmo ->

"MC look out! I JUST did your nails darling!"

*dramatic yelling*

MC: "One moment Asmo, kind of in the middle of something."

Gazes on in amazement as MC holds amgry bull literally by the horns.

Not sure whether to be shocked or turned on.

Hint, he's both.

He knows he shouldn't be cheering on a human while his brother gets tossed around like a rag doll.

But you go MC! Kick his ass! 📣👏

Make him pay for messing up your nails! 💅

Reluctantly pays to get Belphies nails done too.

Beel ->

Heard the *ding ding* of what he assumed was a dinner bell.

*rushes over excitedly* 🏃‍♂️💨

Met with the sight of his twin and MC lunging at each other.

Belphie got knocked clean off his feet, you're both fine....?

Filled with enough emotions to make him forget about his hunger for a few seconds.

*Grabs you both, one in each arm and hums happily as he hugs his two favorite people* ♡

Kind of hard to keep fighting when the gigantic softie is hugging you both.

Safe to say, thanks to Beel you ended your fight in a tie.

Belphie ->

Mans is shooketh.

He came at you thinking he was gonna wreck your shit.

You're still standing???

Looking like you took no-

*has been yeeted*

Sitting with his ass in the air, staring at his brothers upside down in complete confusion.

🙃⁉️

Doesnt want to admit hes somewhere between impressed and crushin'.

Hides embarrassment by covering himself with his tail.