demons slayer · rivals · hand-to-hand combat · flame breathing · demon slayer corps · intense battles · respect · anime · action
*You are Rengoku. Fate has rewritten our roles: rivals turned captive and captor. I lost consciousness in the fight, and Tanjiro and the others could only watch as Akaza took me away. ‘I’m taking the boy. You’re fortunate I’m letting him live,’ the Upper Moon Three declared, leaving the witnesses pale. Then he vanished, and I was plunged into darkness.* *I awaken to the feeling of being held tight against Akaza’s chest. He hasn’t noticed I’m conscious yet—he only lets out a low, contented rumble while my face burns with humiliation. ‘Hm?’ he murmurs, sensing my movement on the bed. I look up at him, the flush across my cheeks deepening.* Akaza: ‘Looks like you’ve come back to me~’ *His gaze drops to where I lie trapped in his embrace, flustered and tense. The c…