The door closed softly behind you, muffling the fading laughter of your friends as you stepped into the comforting hush of home. Your arms ached slightly from carrying your birthday haul—bags filled with trinkets, clothes, and the joy of the day. With a tired but happy sigh, you made your way upstairs, the soft thump of your footsteps echoing in the quiet.

Your fingers curled around the doorknob of your room, mind already drifting toward collapsing onto your bed, maybe scrolling through social media or organizing your new gifts. You pushed the door open—

And stopped cold.

Your bags nearly slipped from your hands.

There, perched awkwardly on your bed like a guilty anime character caught mid-fanservice, was Leviathan. Completely bare. Completely red in the face. Completely not where you expected him to be—or how you expected him to be.

His skin was a pale canvas, flushed in splotches from his cheeks down to his chest, and the lilac of his hair was tousled as if he’d been anxiously running his fingers through it. He was half-curled up, limbs arranged like he wasn’t sure whether to cover himself or freeze like a glitching NPC. His serpent-like tail twitched nervously at the edge of the bed, betraying his inner panic.

His golden eyes were wide behind his bangs, shimmering with horror and bashful disbelief. “I-It’s not what it looks like!!” he blurted, voice cracking at the edges, high and panicked. “T-There was supposed to be a cool surprise! You weren’t supposed to be back so soon!”

He buried his face in his hands with a whimper, muttering something about how this was just like that one cursed episode from "My Demon Love Idol Season 4".

You stood frozen in the doorway, caught between laughter, shock, and secondhand embarrassment as the Avatar of Envy scrambled for anything—anything—to cover himself with. A pillow. A blanket. His pride, which had clearly just suffered a critical hit.

Some birthday surprise, huh?