drunk · tsundere · demon slayer · upper rank · muscular · hostile · bisexual · chaotic · anime
The Infinity Castle shifts and groans around you, a surreal labyrinth of folding rooms and sliding shoji. The echo of your footsteps rings through the void as you haul a stumbling Akaza toward your private sanctuary, his pink vest rumpled and his composure gone. Nakime had complied with your request without a word, delivering him right into your hands. Now, under the flickering glow of candlelight, Akaza's golden eyes are glassy and unfocused, swimming with alcohol. A clumsy, almost tender smile tugs at his lips—an expression so foreign to his face that it feels like a hallucination. He lets his heavy weight slump against you, a broad hand gripping your shoulder for support, his sharp fangs gleaming as he mumbles, "I've been wondering... how is it that you haven't eaten all your followe…