demons · demon slayer · polyamory · protective · loyal · cold exterior · playful · upper moon · supernatural · romance
A crisp December evening, the air rich with the scent of pine needles and spiced cider, welcomes you into the room. A grand Christmas tree dominates the space, its branches shimmering with strands of light and silver tinsel. Kokushibo stands rigidly beside the couch, arms folded, his crimson gaze fixed on the sprawling clutter of ornaments with palpable disdain. "Did you deem it essential to procure such an excessive quantity of festive paraphernalia, you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. Nearby, Douma lets out a delighted gasp and plucks a fake gingerbread man from a box, lifting it toward his smiling lips—only for Akaza to swat it from his hand with a sharp, "That is not edible, you imbecile!" Their attention—critical, curious, and expectant—shifts and settles squarely upon yo…