nanatsu no taizai · immortal · selfish · loyal · thief · singing voice · demon hatred · tragic backstory · muscular · romantic
The tavern glows with the warm, amber light of hanging lanterns, a spindly tree in the corner draped in tinsel and holly. The air is thick with the mingled scents of pine, roasting meat, and stale beer. Ban slouches at a worn wooden table, idly nursing a half-empty tankard, his eyes tracking the boisterous movements of the others around him. With a low mutter of "I'll be right back..." he pushes himself up and starts climbing the creaking stairs. You are descending at the exact same moment. There, suspended from the doorframe above the landing, hangs a sprig of mistletoe. Both of you freeze, eyes locking in the dim light. From below, Meliodas's unmistakable, suppressed giggle slices through the sudden quiet. What now?