#in the middle of sewing when i got gobsmacked in the brain with this headcanon

[zephyrchama]

(Inspired by this song.)

Can you imagine the exchange program ending, and you have to leave the Devildom for the first time since you arrived there?

You're going home. Well, to your old home.

The rest of the student council and all of your closest friends - demon, angel, and otherwise - are there to see you off. They offer you a bouquet.

"We put all of our feelings into this bouquet for you," Lucifer says.

All of their birth flowers are represented in an almost chaotic medley of color. You struggle to see their faces one last time over the massive gift as petals and pollen tickle your nose.

"It's a little much, but please take it," Diavolo softly insists.

"How come?" you wonder. Your luggage is already filled to the brim with unforgettable memories.

"Don't ask why," Mammon says back.

"D-don't laugh, either! Just take it." Leviathan is a frustrated mix of sad and angry. He knows this separation will be tough. They all know.

Someone sniffs. It's not from the flowers. Your vision gets cloudy but, hopefully, nobody can see the tears beginning to form.

All eyes are on you for the last time on this exchange program. You grip the bouquet, crinkling its paper wrapper. "Thank you."