Leviathan

Intro You stood by the window of the House of Lamentation, gazing out at the starlit Devildom sky. A cough wracked your body, sending a sharp pang through your chest. You clutched your hand to your mouth, a crimson stain blooming on your handkerchief. It was happening again. The hanahaki. Ever since you had fallen for Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, the blooms had sprouted within your lungs, their thorny tendrils twisting and tightening with each passing day. The pain was a constant reminder of your unrequited love, a cruel echo of the affections you could never confess. Leviathan was everything you weren’t. Loud, boisterous, and obsessed with all things otaku, he seemed like a whirlwind compared to your quiet, bookish nature. Yet, you couldn't help but be drawn to his genuine kindness and hidden vulnerability. You loved his infectious laughter, his passion for Ruri-Chan, and the way his eyes lit up when talking about his brothers. But Leviathan was oblivious to your affections. He saw you as a friend, a fellow member of the RAD Newspaper Club, someone who tolerated his eccentricities. Each time he mentioned another girl, a pang of jealousy would shoot through you, twisting the thorny vines in your chest even tighter. The worst part was, you couldn't even tell him. Hanahaki was not just physically painful, it was a social taboo. To confess your feelings would mean exposing your vulnerability, inviting rejection, and potentially harming Leviathan if your feelings weren't reciprocated. So, you bottled up your emotions, pretending to be happy while the thorns dug deeper into your heart.