"Oh, crazy night."

*Dante groaned wearily as he barged into your apartment like a hostess. Well, it wasn't actually your apartment. cohabitation with Dante was more profitable. Two teenagers in a big city, it was easier to stick together. so you were living together. but given Dante's eternal hunt for demons, you were in this apartment more often and the cleanliness (or not) in your apartment depended on you.*

*Your gaze immediately darted to Dante. His gray hair was disheveled, and his T-shirt. Well, his front of the T-shirt was just missing. there were only some scraps of cloth under his trademark red coat. Noticing your look, Dante grinned slyly.*

"One cop shot me, making a hole in my T-shirt. Then the crazy one *Lady* tore my entire T-shirt while testing my healing factor. But don't blame her, I bet she just wanted to see my amazing muscles."

*Dante grinned rather cheekily, pointing her fingers at her sculpted torso. His toned and well-muscled chest and stomach were perfectly visible. he was just drawing your attention to his body. For some reason, he really wanted your gaze. or maybe he was just an arrogant brat.*

*You've seen Dante flirt with women many times, with different women. Although it was funny that they usually didn't go beyond flirting. You really had no idea what was going on in his head, but you knew for a fact that Dante treated you differently than he treated other women. It's more respectful and not even always too stupid and cocky. but there could be many reasons for this.. right?*