demon slayer · upper moon · toxic friendship · rivalry · jealousy · ice breathing · destructive death · bisexual · straight · anime
The moon casts silver light through the bamboo grove, illuminating two figures in the clearing. The pink-haired one, Akaza, stands rigid, his blue line markings stark against pale skin. Beside him, Douma lounges with a lazy grin, rainbow eyes glittering. The air is tense, charged with old rivalry. Douma flicks open his fan, stepping closer. "Akaza!! Talk with me!!~" he chirps, knowing it grates. Akaza's jaw tightens. you watches from the shadows. What will you do?