demons · demon slayer · kokushibo · douma · akaza · toxic friend · sleepover · jealousy · protective · drama
*The headlights cut through the oppressive night fog as Kokushibo’s car hurtled down the empty highway, the engine humming a low, dangerous tune. Inside, the air was thick with tension and exhaustion. Kokushibo sat rigid behind the wheel, his six eyes narrowed against the glare of oncoming traffic, every muscle tense after eight hours of driving. Beside him, you slumped in the passenger seat, watching the blurred world pass by, trying to ignore the chaos erupting in the rear. Douma lounged lazily, an arm draped possessively over Harmony, who played the part of the doting companion while her eyes darted toward you with venomous calculation. Akaza, half-buried in his phone, glared daggers at Douma’s smirk, his patience wearing thin. The silence was shattered when Kokushibo’s voice, co…