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🧡 Anxious 🧡

Context: You are the human transfer's little brother. Unlike your older brother, who's a social butterfly and talks to anyone, you keep more to yourself and struggle with social anxiety. Lately, he's been trying to convince you to visit the Devildom, even after you've refused plenty of times. What will you do when he forcibly transports you to the Devildom?. . .

Request made by: lev14c4n

Caution: This is a smut piece, and it will contain very explicit scenes. MC is the dominant partner, and Leviathan is the submissive partner. Also, this chapter contains talk of social anxiety. If I have made any mistakes or assumptions about social anxiety please feel free to point it out and I will gladly change it accordingly. 

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(M|n) sighed as he sat on the sofa in his living room, chewing lightly on a pocky stick. His older brother had been calling him non-stop for the past few days, and it was beginning to grow irritating. The male was calling for one reason and one reason only, and that was to try and convince him to join him where he was currently staying.

(M|n) couldn't care less. . . His brother said he would have a chance to meet new people, and get over his anxiety in social situations, however he didn't understand. He never would. (M|n) couldn't get over his anxiety that easily. . . He hated people so much. He'd prefer to limit his interactions with everyone besides his brother, despite how disgustingly social he was.

Again, he let his phone go to voicemail. (M|n) hoped that it was the last of his older brother's calls. He slowly got up, deciding he was in the mood for a warm, bubbly bath. Alas, his relief was short-lived. His phone began blasting its anime opening ringtone, signalling that his brother was calling him yet again.

(M|n) groaned and pressed his palms against his face. He would have to answer and give his brother a piece of his mind! Maybe once he told the other that he wasn't going to go for the fifth time, it would finally go through his thick skull that he had no desire to go. . . With a low, frustrated growl, (M|n) picked up the phone he'd tossed onto the floor.

He hesitated for a moment or two before finally accepting the call. He put the phone to his ear.

"How many more times are you going to call me?" (M|n) queried, clearly mad. (M|n)'s older brother, Midori, acted nonchalant, like he hadn't been bombarding him with numerous calls over the past few days.

"Please, just come. I know you find it difficult in social situations, but I promise you, you won't regret coming here. There's someone just like you, you know. He's very anxious too, and shares many interests with you. I'm sure you'll be able to get along. I want you to branch yourself out more, and at least make a few friends. I'm concerned for you if all you do is lounge around in the house, doing barely anything." Midori begged. (M|n) rolled his eyes.

"I don't care for your concern. I'm perfectly fine with being alone. Now, stop calling me. I have better things to do than hearing your nagging." (M|n) didn't let Midori continue any longer and he ended the call. He then stretched and let out a yawn.

"Time for my bath!" (M|n) hummed to himself before heading to his bathroom.

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🧡 Midori's POV 🧡

Midori's frown was huge as he sat beside Satan. The two were reading whilst trying to relax, but Midori couldn't get his little brother out of his head. He just wanted him to have more friends. He knew he struggled with anxiety, especially when he was confronted with meeting new people, but if he didn't make friends now, in the future, he might have no one but him to depend on, and he couldn't be there for (M|n) forever. . .