Y/n L/n was just an ordinary high school student, until he died in a freak accident caused by God's mistake. One moment, he was walking home, and the next, he finds himself face to face with the Creator himself.
Feeling guilty for the accidental dea...
After returning home from the Instant Dungeon, Y/n barely had a chance to catch his breath before he was met with an intense scolding from Hestia.
Hestia: "Ten hours, Y/n! Ten! Do you have any idea how worried we were?!"
Y/n winced at the sheer volume of her voice but before he could respond...
Bell: "Y/n, that was reckless! You can't just disappear without telling anyone!"
Y/n blinked in surprise. Bell was scolding him too? She usually seemed so timid, yet her face was puffed up in frustration, hands on her hips as she lectured him.
Y/n: "Alright, alright, I get it! I should've told you guys beforehand."
Hestia: "Damn right you should have! What if something had happened to you?!"
Seeing their genuine concern, Y/n let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.
Y/n: "Sorry. I didn't mean to make you guys worry."
Hestia and Bell exchanged glances before finally sighing, their frustration slowly ebbing away.
Hestia: "Just... next time, let us know, okay?"
Y/n looked between them and smiled slightly.
Y/n: "Got it."
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The next morning, a warm, soft sensation pressed against Y/n's face. He furrowed his brows in confusion, instinctively reaching up to remove whatever was blocking his vision.
His hand landed on something incredibly soft.
Y/n's thoughts: "...What the hell is this...?"
His groggy mind barely registered the sensation, but as his fingers reflexively squeezed, he felt a small shift beneath his palm, and then, a quiet, breathy noise.
???: "...Mm..."
Y/n's brain snapped awake. His blue eyes shot open to find himself face-to-face with a pair of deep red ones staring right at him.
Bell was right on top of him, her long white hair cascading around her shoulders, her face oddly serene... almost pleased?
Y/n's thoughts: "...Why does she look so..."
Then, his gaze drifted downward. His hand was firmly planted on Bell's chest.
Y/n: "HUH—?!"
Pure panic erupted through his body. He yanked his hand away, scrambling back, only to lose balance and tumble off the bed.
Bell blinked, tilting her head slightly as she looked down at him.
