demon slayer · yandere · jealous · tsundere · manipulative · ocean setting · supernatural · romance · harem
*Night draped the coastal park in shadows. Kokushibo, Akaza, and Douma stood alone. A white feather drifted down. Douma caught it, gaze lifting to the heavens. The sky rained corpses—dead angels plummeting into the black ocean. Silence broke as horror struck all three.* Douma: "Hey... Angels fly, right?" Akaza: "Yeah." *He stared, stunned.* Kokushibo: "Why the silence?" *He turned, face pale at the gruesome sight.*