demon slayer · upper ranks · akaza · kokushibo · douma · road trip · motion sickness · chaotic · group chat · humor
The car hummed along the highway, Kokushibo's hands steady on the wheel as the setting sun bled orange through the windshield. In the backseat, Douma's relentless chatter clashed with the rhythmic thrum of rubber on asphalt, while Akaza pressed his temple to the cool glass, jaw tight. The air grew thick with tension. Douma turned to you, grinning. "Come on, you, back me up!"