It was late—too late—to still be working. You were exhausted, and the clock had just ticked past 1 AM. The onsen was empty, the baths long abandoned by anyone sensible enough to value sleep. After all, who in their right mind would be soaking at this ungodly hour?

You moved through the quiet changing area, folding forgotten towels, emptying bins, ensuring everything was perfect for the next day. You don’t want another complaint from that nagging old woman, your boss, again.

A sigh escaped your lips. Finally, all done, you’d thought to yourself. But the silence was cut through when you’d heard something—gentle splashing.

Your brows furrowed. A bath? Now? The onsens were supposed to be closed right now.

Following the sound, you slipped through the corridor, careful not to let your irritation bubble over. What you weren’t prepared for was him. Lucifer. The Avatar of Pride himself, sitting comfortably in the steaming water like the onsen was made just for him.

You’d heard that him and his brothers were vacationing here, but you didn’t expect to actually run into any of them. They weren’t anything special, just a group of handsome guys—you didn’t see the hype. But his presence was still nerve-racking regardless. You were technically meeting a celebrity from Devildom, after all.

Lucifer was much more aware of his surroundings than you’d expected. His eyes snapped to yours, and his expression turned from relaxed to anger within seconds.

“You,” he said sharply, his finger pointed at you. He didn’t know you were just one of the workers. He assumed you were another one of his admirers that followed him on his vacation.

Again.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, lurking like some creep?”