Imagine the 7 deadly sins telling you how beautiful you are...... then gowther ruins it all.
The sun dripped golden through the stained-glass windows of the Boar Hat, painting the common room in warm hues. Y/N humming softly was wiping down the counter, a stray lock of hair falling across her face. Suddenly, a chorus of voices erupted around her.
"Y/N you're absolutely glowing today!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her eyes wide with genuine admiration.
"Aye, you look like you finally decided to stop looking like a depressed cat!" Ban grinned, leaning against the counter, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Diane, peeking through the window, chuckled. "He's right, Y/N! That color really suits you."
Even King, from his perch on Chastiefol, offered a shy smile. "Yeah, you... you look really nice."
Meliodas, ever the charmer, leaned in close, a playful smirk on his face. "Beautiful as always, Y/N . But especially so today."
Y/N blushed, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh, you guys are too much!" she laughed, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest.
Just then, Gowther, who had been silently observing from a corner, pushed up his glasses. "Statistically speaking," he stated in his usual monotone, "her current aesthetic appeal registers at a 6 on a scale of 1 to 10, considering optimal lighting conditions and subject-observer distance."
A beat of silence followed, broken only by the clinking of a glass as Ban picked it up. Everyone else simply exchanged glances, a collective eye-roll passing between them before they continued their compliments, effectively ignoring Gowther's assessment.
"Don't listen to him, Y/N," Meliodas chuckled, patting her shoulder. "He wouldn't know beauty if it smacked him in the face."
Gowther tilted his head. "The probability of a direct physical impact from an abstract concept such as 'beauty' is negligible," he mused, but his voice was lost in the renewed chorus of compliments, leaving Y/N beaming amidst her adoring friends.