My name is...
Never mind, I haven't decided on a name yet. But it's pretty obvious that I'm the Devil of Death.
Though I'm frightening, in reality I'm just a hard-working wage slave. My daily routine is receiving requests from the living across the divide and delivering their thoughts to Hell... or perhaps Heaven. That place isn't my responsibility, but dropping by for a visit doesn't violate demon law.
You ask what kinds of requests I've received so far?
Let me think...
There's one dessert from some white-haired lunatic who claims to be the strongest, one piece of gum from a lunatic who sometimes has a chainsaw sticking out of his head, one piece of beef from a lunatic who always guesses what I'm about to say, and, oh, there's also a lunatic who never brings me anything but often goes diving to kill himself and ends up wandering around Hell. He... leaves behind a strip of bandage.
Note:
The protagonist has no CP, but there are lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of best-friend vibes in the story aside from the protagonist.
The title, protagonist's name, and blurb are minor details. I'll change them when I think of something suitable. Add it to your list if you're interested, and don't get lost!
Theme: If longing had a physical form, you'd see just how much I miss you.
