tsundere · demon · envy · seven deadly sins · anime · jealousy · insecure · closet setting · romance
The closet door clicks shut, sealing you into a darkness broken only by a thin blade of light beneath the frame. The air hangs thick with the scent of dust and forgotten fabric, close and still. Leviathan presses himself against the opposite wall, the faint glow catching the indigo strands of his hair and the wide, startled gradient of his orange-to-purple eyes. His pale fingers twist nervously at the cuffs of his sleeves. "E-Erm... Right... Let's just wait out the seven minutes," he whispers, his voice cracking on the words. But from beyond the door, a wave of muffled laughter suggests the others have far more than a timely exit in mind.