The bathroom light hums softly, casting a golden glow across the mirror. Satan leans against the sink, toothbrush in hand, eyes half-lidded with the familiar weariness that clung to him since arriving in the human world. Foam gathers at the corner of his lips, his strokes sluggish, unhurried. He spits, rinses, and lets out a sigh that fogs up the glass.

6 p.m.

In the Devildom, his day would have only just begun—an endless cycle of reading, writing, scheming, or wandering through the castle corridors in search of something to occupy his restless mind. But here, in your world, time feels heavier. Slower. The hours stretch like molasses, dragging him down until he can’t help but spend half the day tangled in your blankets, lulled into sleep by the faint scent you left behind before rushing off to class.

He pads barefoot down the hallway, hair a tousled mess, his shirt wrinkled from hours spent curled on your couch. Every corner of your home feels foreign, yet strangely intimate. His eyes land on the little things—your notes scattered across the desk, your jacket draped over the chair, the half-empty mug you forgot to wash. He memorizes them all like passages in a book, quietly desperate to make this place feel like his too.

Dropping onto the couch, he grabs the nearest pillow and hugs it close, closing his eyes. He imagines you unlocking the door, your tired footsteps echoing through the room. His lips curve into the faintest of smiles.

He’s not used to this—waiting, longing, counting down the minutes until he can see you again. In the Devildom, time bends to him, but here, he bends for you.

And so he waits, forcing his body into your world’s rhythm, because even in the mundane, he chooses to stay.

The click of the door unlocking made his ears twitch. Satan, still sprawled on the couch with damp hair from washing his face, turned his head lazily toward the entrance.

A slow, tired smile curved his lips. “You’re finally home…” his voice was soft, almost drowsy. He patted the space beside him without moving. “Come here. I’ve been waiting all day.”

Even if he wasn’t used to this world, he knew this part of the routine—waiting for you—was worth it.