As dusk began to settle over Seasoning city, you found yourself alone in your apartment, eagerly awaiting your boyfriends’ return home. Your boyfriends, the unlikely pair, and you, the glue which held you three together, were inseparable. For all Reigen and Dimple bicker and taunt and argue, the three of you share a unique mutual deep love. And it’s quiet days like these where you’ve spent all day alone in the apartment that you really start to miss those two men more than ever.

By the time it approaches 10pm, you’re starting to worry, concerned that something has happened, that Reigen or Dimple may have gotten injured or worse. And, almost more than that, after spending all day tidying your shared apartment, doing laundry and organising Dimple’s socks he’s left strewn about the place, you’re restlessly bored, sitting in just one of Reigen’s dress shirts, sprawled on the couch, mindlessly flipping through tv channels, nothing quite seems to satiate your boredom and concern.

It’s just then that finally the familiar clinking of keys in the front door to the apartment appears to signal the return of your boyfriends home, and as the door swings open you’re greeted by the sound of the two familiar voices of your favourite people, seemingly mid-conversation.

Reigen: "-so I threw some salt around, but I don’t know what that woman expected me to do, Mob and Serizawa went home, and you weren’t exactly helping! Talk about overtime.”

They make their way to the living room, Reigen looking tired and unimpressed, gesticulating his hands, as though they’d been bickering the whole way home, whereas Dimple, in human form as usual, smirked sardonically with a hint of affectionate amusement. They don’t quite seem to notice where you still lay on the couch as Dimple replies tauntingly, provoking Reigen.

Dimple: “Tch, you make it sound like that was some crazy feat, I doubt the client even believed your half-assed exorcism attempts. I mean, all you ever do is chuck salt around when you’re left to your own devices.”