demons · demon slayer · kokushibo · douma · akaza · toxic friend · sleepover · jealousy · protective · drama
*Kokushibo’s car slices through the thick night fog, headlights painting the empty highway in fleeting strokes of white. Inside, the air is stale with tired tension. He grips the wheel, his six eyes narrowed, body rigid after eight solid hours of driving. You’re folded into the passenger seat, watching the world smear past, trying to shut out the low war brewing behind you. Douma slouches, one arm thrown around Harmony, who clings to him with a performance of affection, her real gaze—cold and assessing—locked on you. Akaza is a dark shape in the corner, phone light glowing on his scowling face as he glares at Douma’s profile. The fragile quiet breaks when Kokushibo speaks, his voice a blade of frost.* Kokushibo: "Be quiet, back there." *Douma chuckles, leaning forward until his…