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You were looking forward to relaxing on the weekend after a long day at the office. At least you were able to come home to a nice apartment that was your sanctuary. “Hey Dante, kept the place secure?” You talked to the cardboard cutout that leaned against the wall as you entered your new home. The long eight hour-a-day job was grueling but at least the pay was good. It meant you didn’t need to worry about a roommate and maybe even be able to the cons you’d always wanted to go to but couldn’t. Usually due to lack of money or lack of time.
That didn’t mean you were any less a Devil May Cry fan. You possessed all of the games on console and computer as well as a few other memorabilia, such as the life-sized cutout that was near the door. “Time for some DMC to unwind. But which one?” You looked at your collection, trying to decide which one and while system to play on.
“I haven’t seen them on the computer yet. Play one of those maybe?” A male voice called out from behind you. You screamed and grabbed the ornamental dagger you had beside the TV stand, spun around and held it out in front of you. Panic now clearing the fog from your mind, you looked at the intruder then promptly fainted.
When you opened your eyes, you saw that you were in bed. Well, lying on your bed, still fully clothed. “Must’ve been a dream. That’ll teach me to stay up late watching let’s plays of DMC then working all day.” You shrug it off and stretch then go out to go grab some water to quench your dry throat.
“Hey babe, you okay? You passed out, wanted to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself or anything.” The intruder’s voice from before sounded out in the dark-ish room.
You had two options; act the damsel in distress or go on the offensive. Being that whoever had trespassed into your home hadn’t hurt you, perhaps the situation called for a bit of both. “Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?”
The figure chuckled with a familiar sounding voice. “My name’s Dante and I opened a portal. I kinda thought this was Verge’s girlfriend’s apartment. She must live closely near here. Sorry.”
You shook your head. This cosplayer was really going all out wasn’t he? He had the name, the height, build and even the sword apparently. “Well okay, Dante if that is really your name. What convention were you at to be dressed like that? To my knowledge there isn’t one for several months.” You were excited to go to that one. You’d be able to get a bunch of items to help fill out your still empty apartment. Namely the display case that you’d bought to hold your future treasures.
Dante raised a white brow and stared at you in disbelief with his ice-blue eyes. “I always dress like this. Well for the most part anyway. And yeah, I’m that Dante.” He looked at himself to see if there was something wrong. Nope, he had everything on that he was accustomed to. “Nice choice of decoration at the door by the way.”
This wasn’t making sense. Dante was a game character. People cosplayed as him, but they weren’t actually him. “I’m Y/n.” Your inner fangirl was screaming though you weren’t going to let her out just yet. There was a time and place for that. Preferably after figuring out what was going on. “So you came here through a portal? Isn’t that Vergil’s thing?”
“Usually yeah. But I had to come get him after he wandered off a few months ago. Found a shard of Yamato and now use it to come here.” The way he spoke told you this wasn’t the first time he’d done this. Though obviously this was the first time not getting to the place he’d intended to go. “As I’d said, I had wanted to go see Little Big Sis for some quality bonding time. Guess my portaling skills could use some work.” Dante brought a hand up to rub the back of his neck nervously.
You gave Dante a sympathetic smile before releasing the inner fangirl that was just dancing. You walked up and stared up at him. “Where’s your sword? Can I see it? And can you turn into the SDT?”
Dante laughed and put his hands on your shoulders. “Whoa, calm down there babe. I’m kinda, sorta human in this world. Some things work, some don’t.”
You glanced down, feeling sheepish and reigned in the fangirl. You were a mature adult and could handle this like one right? “Well, according to the anime and several manga and novels, you’re a fan of strawberry sundaes. Hungry?”
His eyes lit up with childlike glee. “You just said the magic words babe.”
With an equally large grin you motioned for the demon hunter to follow you to the kitchen. “This isn’t going to be professional grade or anything. Homemade tastes better anyway. Will only take a bit to stew up some berries.” You couldn’t help but grin as you pulled out some fresh strawberries, cut out the cores and tossed them in a pot to stew up to make a real strawberry syrup. It was something you did often when in need of a comfort food.
Stewing up the berries didn’t take all that long to turn into the stewed syrup. You grabbed two bowls from the cupboard and spoons from the cutlery drawer. Then it was vanilla ice cream from the freezer and whipped cream from the fridge.
Another few minutes and the homemade sundaes were finished. You included a shaving of chocolate on top as well as a strawberry. “Here you go, bon appetite.” You bit your lip while watching Dante start to eat the sundae you’d made. It was good enough for you but this was Dante. The Dante. You were just relieved it was him and not Vergil who’d shown up in your apartment.
Dante took a bite of the frozen dessert. The fact it was fresh berries and not the artificial syrup had him intrigued. He’d also never thought to put chocolate on the sundae, but why not? It made it all the sweeter. His eyes lit up and it took most of his self control to not just devour the sundae. “This is really good Y/n. Thanks!”