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"L" is for the way he LOOKS at him.
"O" is for the one and ONLY person he simps for.
"V" is for VERY very very head over heels.
"E" is for EXTRA drama.
How did Lawless even end up falling for a violent, delusional human called Licht you ask? Allow the main character Lawless to bring his audience on a flashback journey.
It was the time he first saw Licht playing the piano at his concert. Lawless was dazzled to shock by the pure white angelic light bursting forth from the human. The soul-stirring music he played nearly sent the vampire to Nirvana.
Lawless had thought, "wow, such perfection, such beauty...! Kinda hot ngl".
Truly, it was love at first sight. Or at least, close enough. He had expected to shortly lose those flippant feelings of attraction, be it physically or persona-wise, like with many of his other eves. His immortal life is merely a series of fleeting scenes. True love would be unnecessary.
Not this time.
They had both fought against a strong subclass when the dead inside Servamp was enlightened by Licht's delusional yet logical words. In that instance, the once broken Lawless completely healed from his trauma!! What a great accomplishment indeed!
Lawless could almost pinpoint the exact moment where the broken pieces of his heart were snatched away and promptly stitched back whole, all within his eve's dominant, controlling grasp.
Mostly because of that, he is super incredibly glad that he met Kageyama Tobio's clone and made him become his eve. His favorite eve and human. Yes he did just admit that. Scandalous. He also realized that Licht Jekylland Todoroki was the coolest human/angel to ever exist. Besides the Servamp of sloth's eve of course.
It has been hundreds of years ever since he felt that way for anyone.
Despite being brutally attacked, insulted and slandered by Licht every now and then, Lawless actually likes being with him. It reminds him of being in a Midieval castle during a raging hurricane, and cloud watching in the midst of an alien apocalypse.
If Lawless never had that little therapy session with Licht, he'd still be a Light Yagami kinnie till this day. He shudders whenever he's reminded of it.
There was a denial stage too. The not-so-greedy vampire had tried to deny his feelings for Licht when he first sensed those cursed emotions in himself. He lost count of how much screaming, crying, throwing up, clawing at walls, ripping out his hair, and alcohol drinking he did. Don't worry he's exaggerating.
He lamented in grief about how he came to sincerely love someone again after what happened last time with homegirl Ophelia. How dare he not learn his lesson? Lawless had locked himself away in his hotel room for days, worrying Krantz, Guildestern, and even Licht.
It was fortunate that the mentally unstable Servamp had a sudden revelation one fateful day.
"Why should I let this casual circumstance stop me from vibing??" he questioned himself and the universe.
He remembered who he is. He remembered his own promise to never let anything hold him back. Not any rules or people. He shall move on with life no matter what.
After which, Lawless felt much better and was back to his usual cheery, annoying self. He had accepted reality and shall face his own problems head on.
Being in love isn't all that bad actually. Right...?
Uh......
The love came in the form of a sharp pain which spreads though his chest, after which he starts to cough away.
Lawless had thought that the polluted city air is choking up his delicate lungs, so he flew all the way to the nearest sea side where the air is fresh and clean.
He dramatically stares far out into the horizon where the sea meets the night sky, as if he is having an Eren Yeager moment. He gratefully takes in deep breaths and smells salt from the sea breeze. The next breath he takes is halted midway by the coughs that wrecks his body.
It's been days. Is he sick? Is something wrong with his lungs? Dang, maybe he's gotten covid afterall. Or something worse.
He's about to scream in sheer terror and frustration from imagining a boring, lonely quarantine when he suddenly remembered...
"This is totally fine! My vampirism will get rid of the virus within a day and I'll be in good health again."
Speaking about time... He checks his phone for the actual time at this exact moment. Licht should have already ended his piano practice and is going to sleep. He should head back now and just for the rollercoaster-fun of it, attempt to tuck his dear master into bed, even if it'll surely end up with the both of them having a fight.
Lawless crouched down to pick up a palm-sized conch shell he had found, before taking a great leap into the sky and flying till he reaches the hotel they were staying at.
If anyone saw, he'll just convince them that it was Batman.
Upon pushing open the luxury piano suite's window, Lawless was met with an intense glare so deadly it could murder a grown man.
"Where do you think you're entering, you absolutely foul rat?! This is my room!!" Licht snaps at him like he usually does on a daily basis.
He felt like giving the intruder a kick, which he has the unexplained violent urge to do whenever he sees the rat man. Kind of like how siblings feel the need to give the other sibling a whack when they cross paths.
"My dearest angel, I'm just letting you know I'm back from touching grass! I know you've been worried sick about me..." Lawless fluttered his eyelashes. He mentally paused. Did he just flirt with that guy out loud? Oops. He didn't mean to.
Who is he kidding? Of course he meant to. He didn't actually touch any grass either.
But he's sure it won't matter since Licht would actually be dense enough not to realize. Or would he...? And it's not like anyone could tell. Licht only has two emotions, he's either angry or giddily delusional.
"As if I'd care what happens to a vampire rat like you. Get back to your own room!" Licht is starting to sound like a raging Karen, with his leg raised getting ready to give the Servamp one of his lethal kicks.
Lawless is grateful actually. A while ago if he were to try something similar like climb through Licht's hotel room's window, he would be instantly kicked down the building by the eve's heavy duty magic boot.
Licht has obviously become more tolerant of the vampire. Lawless can't help but smile widely like a fool, legs up in the air kicking back and forth, giggling like a little girl whenever he thinks of it.
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the conch shell. A courting gif- uh, a token of peace.
"Wait, look! I even brought you a souvenir...!" Lawless elegantly presented the glossy yellow shell to his delusional eve, whose murderous expression immediately switched to child-like fascination.
"Oooooh a gift from the mermaids!" Licht grabbed the shell and gazed at it in awe. Yep there's the other emotion.
Lawless felt scandalized. It was a gift from himself, not the mermaids.
But almost too quickly, Licht's expression hardens and his signature scowl is back.
"This shell has the same color as your disgusting, unkempt, tasteless clown wig hair. I don't want it," Licht tossed the shell back.
The hedgehog was so shooked by the roast on his hair, he almost didn't manage to catch the shell which he fumbled in the air for.
Also, rejecting his friendly gesture, just because of the object's and his own similarity? Just how petty can he be??
"WHAT- Um RUDE. Just because it's kinda yellow like my hair?? And my luscious fluffy L'oreal hair is great by the way!!" Lawless seethes.
He suddenly felt the surge of pain in his lungs again and coughs a storm into his arm. Licht's frown deepens and he tries to push the sickly Servamp out of the door with his foot.
"STOP THAT! How dare you cough in my humble haven in these apocalyptic times, you nasty pissbaby?! What if you infected the angelic me with the virus?!!" Licht yelled.
Lawless is indeed trying really hard to cover his mouth as he coughs. He doesn't want Licht to get the corona either. That would mean quarantine for both of them and he can't go a day without seeing his favorite human.
Lawless wheezed out his last cough when he felt something wet on his hand. He looks at the red pool of liquid on his palm and pales. Licht is about to give the rodent another kick when he sees the blood too. He gasped in German.
"...Is that ketchup?"
"No, it's blood you moron," Lawless sighs.
"Have you been fighting gangs of the other demons in the back streets? Well, that's your problem, drama queen."
He mutters something about how Lawless is becoming a gangster demon and slams the door shut in his face.
Lawless hasn't been involved in any gang fights in the hood of course. He's a good boy. He didn't get to tuck his eve into bed either. Oh well, he'll have other days.
But he's panicking as of now because one does not simply cough up blood from having covid. Is it cancer? Is he about to die??! Maybe Licht somehow attacked him with an unseen force and now he's internally bleeding.
"Wait, calm down..." Lawless does a zen mode deep breath in and out.
"I'm literally immortal, I'll live through anything. All I need might be a good night's sleep and I'll be back in shape the next day!"
He sighs in relieve. Then another thought hits him. Why has he not healed from the chest pains and coughs for DAYS then?
"Damn, maybe I AM gonna die."
Despite that fact, Lawless slept soundly that night because he has more faith in his vampire powers.
He awoke the next morning and felt... healthily normal, so he marched downstairs to the breakfast buffet. They truly have the most lavish spread, the Shakespeare fan would murder again to get endless chances to feast on the perfection which is a paradise of breakfast food choices.
He was basking in the pure light of heaven when he spots the enemy Licht. Time to enjoy a friendly banter. He approaches the target from the front. Never approach from the back unless you want conflict to arise. He's learned from his mistakes well.
"Greetings, Sir Todoroki. Tis' mine pleasure seeing ye here," Lawless greeted Licht in the most respectful and posh tone with a sweep of his arm. Licht cringes in disgust.
"Stop trying to greet me in new ways every morning, it's making innocent children want to join the army," he glowers.
The funky looking man just cackles like a deranged lunatic and takes his seat next to Licht. The human scrunched up his face in annoyance.
"Can't you sit somewhere else?" Licht grumbles. Lawless was emotionally damaged.
"How could you?! Weren't we besties and seat buddies?" Lawless cries like the baby he is.
The angry German was retorting something, but Lawless is suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. He felt the pain again, twice as intense surging through his lungs. Following which he lets out a string of straggled coughs, stiffled as best as he can of course. If he coughs openly at the table, Licht would no doubt kick him across the dining hall.
Lawless felt something solid in his throat and nearly chokes on it. He isn't into that so he's glad when that thing made him cough it right up and out onto his handkerchief like a gentleman.
He gapes at the object, a flower petal for sure, covered in blood. Too much blood actually- Yikes that's worrying! And here he thought he would have healed after last night.
For the fiftieth time in his centuries of immortal life, Lawless wonders if he's going to die.
Licht have of course saw the all that blood and petal. For a moment he wasn't sure what to make of it. Lawless could sense the hesitation from him.
"Huh... Did you get beat up by yet another gang?"
Is Licht starting to worry for once? Lawless shall remember this beautiful moment forever. Oh right, the petal thing covered in his blood. He wipes off the red liquids to uncover... more red. A red flower petal? Is it red or just bloodied?
"...Toilet. Be right back," Lawless croaks as he speeds off to the bathroom and washes out the blood in his mouth. Then he carefully washes the petal clean to make sure all traces of blood came off. It was indeed a red carnation petal.
So he's just coughing up blood and even flowers now?? Wait, that sounds familiar... Could it be, it wasn't covid all along but the infamous Japanese urban legend Wattpad fanfiction folk tale - the hanahaki disease??!
Man, he screwed up big time falling hard for his eve whom he's sure would never come to love a silly goofy vampire like him. Is that guy even capable of having romantic feelings for another person? If this happened before his contract item got taken by a certain war criminal Servamp, he would have simply murdered his eve to get rid of the disease. Easy peasy as murder solves most things.
But now he's not so keen on getting rid of the monochrome human.