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You had politely declined Asmo's offer to help you get ready for the movies with Mammon, which is how you found yourself in your bathroom, trying to make yourself presentable.
It wasn't that you didn't want his help, it was just that if this did turn out to be a date, you wanted Mammon to be going to the movies with you, not the you Asmo made up.
You knew your line of reasoning was kind of silly, but whatever.
Leaning over to rinse your face, you marveled at how soft your skin was after Asmo's treatment. He had gone all-out with the spa treatment and you were grateful, as it left you feeling refreshed and cleansed.
I'm never going to look good, I should go ask Asmo- You thought, before cutting yourself off.
No, this was something you had to do for yourself, and plus, you had the reassurance Mammon already thought you were attractive.
Thinking back over the past week, you were amazed. You never knew the boys could be so sweet, and even if it had been awkward, all of their words had been nice, albeit slightly overwhelming to hear.
Asmo had apologized for the night before, saying he hadn't meant to lose control, and you had thanked him of apologizing and reassured him it was alright.
You guessed you needed some tough love every now and then.
Brushing your hair, you styled it, smiling at your reflection, satisfied.
Checking the time on your DDD, you realized you had a little less than an hour until Mammon said he would swing by your room, which was perfect.
Pulling on the outfit Asmo had helped you pick out the night before, you sat on your bed to wait.
Putting on a show, you let your mind wander, back to the boys. You just couldn't stop thinking about all of the sweet things they had said and done for you. They would deny it, but Lucifer even let you take a day off from RAD, which was a big deal.
They had all been there for you and made sure to watch out for you, saying all these kind things that were totally out of character for them.
Maybe they had made a big deal out of a couple of bad days, but you were touched.
So it had led to you and Mammon fighting, but you had forgiven each other, realizing you both needed to let it go and accept you were both in the wrong.
You knew, even while you were mad at him, he had no ill intentions to you, and was just trying in his own way to make sure you were okay. Plus, he probably was pressured into telling by the rest of them.
Honestly, you weren't sure why it took you so long to realize you liked him.
You always would seek him out, and it went way more than in an "oh he's my best friend" type of way. Your eyes would instinctively go to him whenever something happened for his reaction, and you just felt so comfortable with him.
You would just chalk it up to you being terrible at deciphering your feelings at leave it at that.
Checking the time on your DDD, you realized it was nearly time.
Mammon had a habit of running a little late, so you weren't expecting his head to peek around your door. "Ready to go?"
Standing, you met his smile with one of your own. "Yep!"
Mammon led the way, and the two of you walked down the front walk. "I figured since it's so nice today we could just walk," Mammon looked over for your opinion, and you nodded.
It was unusually warm, even for spring, the sun providing ample warmth that was offset by the light breeze.
"MC, I uh," Mammon hesitated, and you looked over at him. His face was red beneath his sunglasses.
"Yeah?"
"You look nice," He got out quickly, not meeting your gaze, and you felt a matching blush heating up your cheeks.
"Thanks! So do you." He did look nice, in the same jacket he had lent you earlier in the week with a white button-down half tucked into back skinny jeans. It was obvious he had put effort into making his hair look artfully messy as well, but you had to admit, he could pull it off.
"Thanks," Mammon stuttered out, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest.
You were not as nervous as you expected yourself to be. Mammon always set you at ease, and this time was no exception, so it was natural to step closer to him, so your arms brushed.
Making it to the theater, you got in line, as there was already a short one formed. The movie wouldn't start for a little bit so you had time to get popcorn and snacks. Wondering what they offered in the devildom in lieu of movie snacks, you jumped slightly when Mammon tapped you.
"What kind of food should we get?" He asked, and you shrugged.
"I don't know." Looking over the menu you saw they did have popcorn, which you were thankful for, but you didn't recognize anything else. "How about popcorn and then your favorite thing, since I've never had any of it?"
Mammon pursed his lips. "What if ya don't like it?"
"More for you, I guess."
Falling into comfortable silence, you checked your DDD, opening Devilgram. As usual, Asmo's story was wild, making you huff out a laugh.
Mammon stiffened beside you, and you looked up questioningly, tuning in to the sounds and conversations around you.
Two girls, a witch and a demon, were gossiping behind you, talking shit about how you must have dragged Mammon here.
"...He's so hot, too. It sucks that he's unavailable all the time now, dealing with them. And they're not even cool like Solomon is..." The voices faded out as the girls walked away.
Mammon put his hand on your arm, but you just rolled your eyes, surprising him.
"This week taught me more than I expected, I guess." You explained, and Mammon smiled. "Plus, what do you think they would do if they knew THE great Mammon was the one who wanted to see this movie in the first place, not me?" You teased, and Mammon laughed, eyes still not losing the worried edge.
You were fine, though. You were at the movies with Mammon, the second born demon lord, for maybe a date, and had just spent the last week with the rest of the demon lords falling over to try to reassure you of your worth.
So, you didn't really care what those girls had to say. They were probably jealous, anyway.
With this revelation, that you, a human, could make a demon and a witch jealous, you got a burst of confidence.
"Hey, Mammon, is this a date?"
"What!" Mammon sputtered, face turning red. "MC, ya can't just say something like that!"
"Mammon," You whined, feeling like you had the right to tease him. "Are you saying this isn't?"
"MC," He tried, and you looked up at him, ready to go at him some more, but the words on your tongue faded when you saw something in his eyes that gave you pause.
"Do you want it to be a date?" He finally asked after what seemed like an eternity of staring at each other, and you licked your lips nervously, watching as those damn blue eyes flicked down to track the movement.
"Do you?" You got out, and Mammon sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Isn't that obvious?" He asked with a wry smile, and your heart skipped a beat.
"Well, good, 'cause I want it to be one too," You nodded, and Mammon relaxed.
"Good."
"Good."
You stared at each other for a second, but during the conversation you had made it to the front of the line and the attendee was waiting on you to give him your tickets.
Awkwardly letting Mammon go through the transaction, you let yourself get used to the idea, that yes, Mammon had confirmed you were on a date.
"Hey," Mammon got your attention, handing you a thing of popcorn and your cup. Smiling gratefully at him, you let him get the receipt before walking over to the drink machines.
After properly doctoring up your popcorn and filling your cups, you made your way to the showing room and found your seats. At first it was fine, the light conversation flowing easily between you two distracting you, but as soon as the lights dimmed and it got quiet, you knew you were in trouble.
Mammon was just... so distracting. You weren't watching the film, instead looking at him, trying not to be too obvious.
He was focused on the screen entirely, leaving you able to observe how the light flashed against his skin and how his expression would shift thought the scenes.
You were going crazy.
A couple of times your hands brushed while reaching for popcorn, and he turned to look at you then, lips quirking up in a grin.
It was so cheesy.
When the lights came back on, you stood with him, stretching, listening to him babble about the movie. You had a vague idea of what he was talking about, but the more nuanced stuff was lost on you, but you listened anyway, following him as he excitedly led you out of the theater.
When you made it outside, the air was cool against your skin, and Mammon immediately offered you his jacket.
"Wow, really pulling out all the stops, huh?" You took it, slinging it around your shoulders, and Mammon scowled lightly at you, but you could tell there was no heat behind it.
"Ya should be honored!"
Getting the sense that he didn't want to go back home as much as you, you wandered, eventually ended up sitting on the same park bench you had sat on almost a week before.
"MC, I really like ya," Mammon was hesitant in the dark and you almost wished you could make out the blush that accompanied those words. "I think you're the smartest and bravest and coolest, and not to mention, ya put up with all of us, which puts ya in a league all on your own," Mammon continued, and you chuckled. "And I guess I wanna make sure ya know you're not alone."
"Mammon," You breathed, and very gently, his hands were cupping your cheeks, cradling them.
"Can I kiss ya?" He asked, and you nodded, knowing he could feel the motion.
His lips were soft and gentle, pressing against yours in an unbearably sweet way. You sighed a little, and Mammon hummed, smiling into the kiss.
He drew back slowly, reluctantly.
"So don't go thinkin' you're alone if ya feel bad or somethin' stupid like that." Mammon pressed his forehead into yours, and you nodded once more, finding his hand and squeezing it.
Mammon was your best friend. You could show him every ugly part of yourself, bare every inch of your soul, and he'd be there to wipe your tears and make it better every time, and you knew, you'd do the same for him. It only made sense that the feelings went further than either of you knew.
And you wouldn't have it any other way.