The late afternoon sun was just beginning to set, painting the campus in hues of gold and orange as Sunday walked alongside Lucifer toward his car. She glanced up at him, her curls bouncing slightly with each step. The slight chill in the air caused her to hug her books closer to her chest, though her tone was casual when she spoke.

"Can we go to your place?" Her voice was soft but steady, the question lingering in the air between them.

Lucifer paused mid-step, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at her. His deep brown eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. "My place?"

He studied her expression, trying to decipher what was behind the request. Sunday wasn't the type to suggest something without reason. "Why you wanna go to my place, Canada?"

She shrugged, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "I don't know... just to hang out, maybe watch a movie or something."

Lucifer's steps resumed, slower now, as he considered her words. Having her in his space felt... intimate. Too intimate, maybe. He wasn't used to letting people into his home, his sanctuary. It was his escape from the world, the one place he could truly be himself without judgment. But the way she looked up at him, with those doe eyes that seemed to see straight through him, made it impossible to say no.

"Aight," he said with a shrug, feigning nonchalance. "Let's go."

Sunday's face lit up with a smile, and Lucifer had to fight the small twitch at the corner of his own lips. He led her to his car, opening the passenger door for her like he always did. She slid inside with a quiet "thank you," her curls bouncing as she settled into the seat.

The drive to his house was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Sunday stared out the window, watching the city lights blur as they drove past. Lucifer occasionally glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his hands gripping the steering wheel just a little tighter than usual. There was something about her presence that always made him hyperaware of himself, like she saw parts of him he didn't even want to admit were there.

When they pulled into the long driveway of his house, Sunday let out a low whistle. "Still can't believe you live here," she said, looking at the sleek, modern structure that stood before them. The house was a mix of glass and dark wood, with clean lines and an understated elegance that screamed money.

Lucifer parked the car and stepped out, coming around to open her door. He offered his hand to help her out, and she took it, her small fingers fitting perfectly into his. She looked up at him with a grateful smile, and he felt a strange warmth spread through his chest.

"This it," he said as they walked up the stone path to the front door. He fumbled with his keys for a moment before unlocking it and pushing the door open.

"After you, princess," he said, holding the door wide with a teasing smirk.

Sunday stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the spacious interior. The high ceilings and open layout made the house feel even larger than it was, and the minimalist decor gave it a sleek, modern vibe. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined the back wall, offering a view of the city skyline in the distance.

"Wow," she breathed, her voice filled with awe. "This place is insane."

Lucifer chuckled as he closed the door behind them. "Make yourself at home, why don't you."

"Oh, I will," she shot back, sticking her tongue out at him before making her way to the oversized leather sofa in the living room. She kicked off her shoes and curled up on one side, looking small and out of place against the massive furniture.

Lucifer leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched her. "You real comfortable, huh?"

"Yep," she replied, grinning as she grabbed the remote from the coffee table. "You said I could make myself at home."

"Didn't mean you was gon' take over my couch," he muttered, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

She ignored him, flicking through the channels on his enormous flat-screen TV. "What should we watch?"

Lucifer pushed off the wall and made his way over, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. He stretched his long legs out, his body taking up more than his fair share of space. "I'on know. You the one who wanted to watch somethin'. Pick whatever."

Sunday gave him a playful glare before settling on a rom-com. Lucifer groaned when he saw the title.

"Seriously? This sappy shit?"

"Yes, seriously," she said, throwing a pillow at him. "You said I could pick."

Lucifer caught the pillow with ease, smirking at her. "Fine. But if it's trash, I'm changin' it."

As the movie started, Sunday scooted a little closer to him, her attention focused on the screen. Lucifer tried to keep his focus on the movie, but he couldn't help but steal glances at her. The way she tucked her legs under herself, the way her curls framed her face, the way she absentmindedly chewed on her bottom lip—it all had him feeling some type of way.

Halfway through the movie, Sunday turned to him, her hazel eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You know," she started, her voice soft, "I've been thinking about something."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, turning his attention fully to her. "Yeah? What's that?"

She hesitated, her fingers playing with the edge of the blanket she'd pulled over her lap. "You're... different around me."

"Different how?" he asked, his voice low.

"I don't know," she said, her gaze dropping to her hands. "You're always so mean with everyone else. But with me, it's like... Big softie mode."

Lucifer's jaw tightened, and he leaned back against the couch, running a hand over his locs. He didn't know how to respond to that, because she wasn't wrong. She did something to him—something he couldn't quite explain.

"I just..." He paused, trying to find the right words. "You make it easy."

Her eyes flicked back up to his, wide with surprise. "What?"

"You make it easy," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "To let my guard down. To just... be myself."

Sunday's cheeks flushed, and she opened her mouth to respond, but he wasn't done. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked her straight in the eye.

"Look, I ain't good with words," he said, his tone serious. "But I like you, Sunday. More than I probably should."

Her breath hitched, and she stared at him, her eyes searching his face for any hint of insincerity. But all she found was raw honesty.

"You... you like me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," he said, his deep voice steady. "I like you. A lot."

Sunday didn't know what to say. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her mind was racing. She hadn't expected this—hadn't expected him to be so open, so vulnerable.

Lucifer sat back, running a hand over his face. "Look, if you don't feel the same, it's cool. I just... I needed to say it."

She reached out, her small hand resting on his arm. He froze at her touch, his eyes snapping to hers.

"I like you too," she said, her voice soft but sure.

Lucifer's brows furrowed slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You serious?"

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah. I'm serious."

For the first time in a long time, Lucifer felt a weight lift off his chest. A slow, genuine smile spread across his face, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"Aight then," he said, his voice laced with a rare warmth. "Guess we got somethin' to figure out, huh?"

Sunday laughed, the sound light and full of promise. "Yeah, I guess we do."

As they sat there, the movie forgotten, the air between them shifted. What had started as a casual hangout had turned into something neither of them had expected, and neither of them would forget.

note; let the cuteness begin