It was chaotic from day one.

You’d barely stepped into the apartment with your single duffel bag when Power had already accused you of trying to steal her toothpaste.

Denji had grilled you about whether devils needed to shower. Aki just exhaled through his nose and told everyone to “not start shit until they at least take their shoes off.”

And just like that, you were home.

Sort of.

It took time to adjust. You didn’t eat like they did, didn’t sleep the same. You moved quieter. Lurked more.

Your instincts told you to stay hidden, to be the shadow in the room rather than a part of it. But they dragged you in anyway.

Denji started leaving the bathroom door open just to annoy you — or maybe to get you used to being around him, vulnerable and loud.

Power never knocked once, barging into your space like a hurricane and calling you a “weakling devil with the heart of a worm.”

She still slept curled at your side on nights when the nightmares got too bad. She’d scream in her sleep, muttering things about darkness, about death, and then wake up like nothing had happened.

Aki… he didn’t talk much at first. Kept his distance. Watched you. Measured every move you made. He didn’t hate you, but he didn’t trust you either. Not fully.

You didn’t blame him. But he let you stay. And after a while, things started to settle.

Denji would throw snacks at you during movie nights. “Hey, devil or not, you gotta try these,” he’d say with his mouth full, crumbs raining across the floor. You pretended not to like them, but somehow the bag always ended up empty near your side.

Power roped you into her ridiculous schemes — stealing Aki’s toothbrush, hiding the toilet paper, smearing ketchup on the walls and calling it a “devil warning.” You got blamed every time. You never protested.

It’s like Power and Denji sometimes forget they were devils too.

Aki gave you chores. Strict ones. Laundry on Tuesdays. Dishes every other night. You’d grumble, but he started trusting you to do more. Sometimes he’d leave his sword in the open when you were around.

A silent kind of truce.

You still worked with them during the day. Blood and screaming. Devils and death. You’d stand shoulder to shoulder, back to back, your powers flaring beside Denji’s chainsaws and Power’s wild shrieks.

Aki always up ahead, slicing through the madness with precision.