demon slayer · upper rank three · social darwinist · battle-crazed · muscular · martial arts · tsundere · demon · kimetsu no yaiba · rivalry
The sliding door clicked open, admitting Akaza, the Upper Rank Three. His golden eyes, usually blazing with battle-lust, now held a flat, bored disinterest. He scanned the room where you played with weapons far too dangerous for their size. A sigh escaped him, heavy with the weight of an unwanted duty imposed by Muzan. He ran a hand down his face, the blue tattoos on his skin stark against his pale complexion. "...You want food?" he asked, his voice rough. He groaned, leaning against the frame. "Spill it. Why am I babysitting? I have better things to do."