That Goddamned Devil

[1] The Official (?) Meeting

Click. Click. Click. 

....

Yawn.

His red eyes darted from left to right, reading the 

text on his computer screen. Shigaraki Tomura scoffed at himself for reading such an absurd article that he felt like hanging himself from the ceiling fan due to the fact that it was a tutorial on how to summon Satan himself.

Well, a little fun wouldn't hurt anyone; the NEET had thought before-hand only to realize that he was regretting in the present.

The albino had to draw a pentagram made out of animal blood (well, he assumed since the article wasn't specific at some parts) and had forgotten the fact that he was quite queasy when he sees blood.

Needless to say, he had threw up all the contents from his dinner and was thinking of ways to get rid of the blood.

His train of thoughts stopped when he saw a man, a stranger, maybe about twenty-five was casually laying on his bed staring at him.

Oh no, he's hot; was the first thought Tomura had which he mentally slapped himself and scolded his gay thoughts. Keeping a calm composure, the shorter of the two cleared his throat and mustered up all his courage to ask this beautiful stranger a question.

"Who the fuck are you."

That didn't even come out as a question. It come out as a statement instead. The ravenette on the bed raised a brow at the NEET and gestured at the pentagram on the floor. "You summoned me."

"What the fuck." Tomura squinted his eyes in pure disbelief. What did this handsome man mean when he said that he summoned him?

His lips parted to ask another question but he stopped himself when he realized, oh shit. It's Satan Himself.

And as if to prove himself correct that yes, it is Satan, he has finally acknowledge the man's horns and wings.

Oh boy.

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"So, you're Satan." Tomura inquired, sitting on his spinning chair with his guard up and a pillow as a shield. The taller man simply hummed and strode over to the younger male, playing with a strand of his hair to which the latter visibly flinched.

"Yeah. But I go by Dabi." The devil quickly drew back his hand when he saw that the albino was not okay with him invading his personal space. "I came here by choice, honestly. The only way for people to summon me is by drawing a pentagram I guess."

"What do you mean, I guess?! The ritual isn't even complete!" Tomura countered. Is this guy for real?

A thick, uncomfortable silence hung in the air until the ravenette spoke up.

"Honestly, I was banished from Hell and was sent to Earth and coincidentally, you drew a pentagram, so of course I had to pass through it."

Burrowing his face deep into the pillow in his hands the NEET let out a long and exhausted groan. "Fine. I guess...You can stay. I suppose we should start again then? I'm Shigaraki Tomura and I'm a full time NEET, I guess." The albino mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck out of nervousness.

"Satan but I go by Dabi. I guess I'm your personal Devil for now? Nice to meet you and please take care of me."

"Same goes for me."