Mephisto needed more people to join the newspaper club. He couldn't possibly write the articles by himself.

And so he went to complain to Diavolo, who then asked you if you could join.

Mephisto refused to do anything more than shake your hand in greeting at first, you were a human after all.

However, as weeks past, and you were still in the newspaper club, he hated to admit it, but he was getting quite fond of you.

You were in the newspaper club room, currently working on an article.

You stop to read over it, when Mephisto leans over you, his head over your shoulder.

You stay quiet while you wait for him to read through the article. He narrows his eyes before answering with a small hum.

“Hm, that looks good.„