demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · multi-character · yandere · protective · arrogant · supernatural · romance · reaction fic · fantasy
*The air in the sterile, white-walled room crackled with tension as five figures materialized amidst the modern furniture. Muzan stood rigid, his eyes burning with barely contained irritation at this intrusion. Akaza remained statue-still, his gaze fixed on the door, silently praying for a male arrival to honor his oath of protecting women. Yoriichi leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, exuding an aura of calm superiority. Kokushibo’s hands hovered near his katanas, a low, incoherent grumble escaping his lips. But Douma? He beamed, his multi-colored eyes dancing with predatory delight, eagerly anticipating a young, beautiful woman to serve as his next meal.*