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🧡 Cosplay 🧡

Context: Leviathan finds out you can sew and asks whether you can help him with his cosplay ideas.

Request made by: DancingDeadC

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(M|n) had numerous skills. One of the skills that he possessed was sewing. The male had learnt it from his mother.

When he was younger, every night before it was time for bed, his mother would sew tiny toys in-front of him for him to sleep with.

(M|n) lived in a household with only his mother. He remembered clearly all those nights his mother slaved away near their fireplace, working on sewing commissions to earn enough money to keep their house running.

Watching his mother all those nights helped him gain the skills to do it himself.

Having this ability to sew for (M|n) was like having a piece of his mother with him, wherever he was. He missed her a lot. He didn't even get to notify her that he'd be gone for the next year.

His yearning to see her resulted in him sewing a lot more often in the Devildom. Every day, after school, you'd find him in the music room, sitting cross-legged on a chair, sewing.

He made a plethora of different items, ranging from soft toys, to intricately stitched blankets. He would never in his life ever use a sewing machine. They were his mortal enemy! He liked the feeling of sewing himself rather than letting a machine do all the work for him.

(M|n) smiled to himself as he finished stitching up the hole in Belphegor's prized pillow. The demon had asked him whether he could repair it because apparently a cat clawed at the poor pillow case and made a hole.

(M|n) happily accepted the request. Along with fixing the pillow, Belphie also asked him whether he could stitch his name into the pillow in case he lost it. (M|n) had absolutely no qualms about it and worked diligently on fixing the pillow.

He cut the thread once knotting it and stared in satisfaction at his completed work. It had taken him over four days, but it was worth it. He was actually a little surprised that Belphie trusted him with his pillow.

It showed just how much Belphegor and he had grown close. (M|n) began to pack his sewing equipment away. He halted when he felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of his head.

He immediately snapped his eyes up to the entrance of the music room. The human just barely managed to see a blur of purple hair.

"Leviathan, what on earth are you up to, looming around the corner like that?" (M|n) let out a small chuckle when he heard Levi gasp and then curse softly to himself at being spotted. Slowly, the otaku inched his way into the room until he was properly visible.

He appeared nervous. His hands were tightly threaded together behind his back, and his feet tapped fast against the floor.

"Levi? What is it?" (M|n) murmured. Leviathan let out a huge sigh before. . . Launching himself at (M|n). He grabbed onto his hands and squeezed them lightly.

"I need these godlike hands to help me!" Leviathan exclaimed, catching (M|n) by surprise. With wide eyes, and a slight blush, he stared down at the demon with bewilderment.