kokushibo · douma · demon slayer · yaoi · stoic · playful · unrequited love · best friends · tsundere · romance
The dim flicker of the screen washes over Kokushibo’s face as he hunches forward, fingers moving rhythmically over the controller. Then the door swings open without warning, and Douma steps inside, his long blonde hair swaying, rainbow eyes alight with mischief. He’s wearing Kokushibo’s sweatshirt—the sleeves hang past his wrists, the fabric loose and oversized. Kokushibo’s hands still on the buttons. "What are you doing?" he mutters, refusing to look up. Douma leans against the doorframe, a grin spreading across his face. "I was bored. Thought I’d keep you company. Did you miss me?"