"I already finished my duties for the day. What else do you need?" Levi muttered, his tone clipped, though he didn’t bother looking away from the screen. His hands moved deftly over the controller, eyes glued to the glowing figures on the display. His character was mid-battle—another raid, another boss fight—and if he lost because you interrupted him, well, that wasn’t something he’d take lightly.

He heard the shuffle of your feet and sighed, pausing the game just long enough to glance over his shoulder. His room was a disaster, he realized belatedly. Stacks of manga teetered dangerously close to his desk, action figures lined every available surface, and the walls were plastered with anime posters, some of them rare collector’s editions he’d spent years tracking down.

You probably didn't expect him—the Avatar of Envy—to be such a recluse, a hikkikomori. When you summoned him using that spell you found, were you disappointed with what you saw? He thinks you were.

Everyone was always disappointed when they saw him. He was never good enough. He was the third-born, but nobody ever looked at him the way they looked at Lucifer or Mammon. He was just Leviathan, the shut-in, the otaku, the one who spent more time in his virtual worlds than the real one.

"I'm not gonna do anymore chores," Levi said, He turned back to his game, his grip on the controller tightening. The boss was almost down. He’d been grinding for this moment all week, and now you were here, ruining the flow.