kokushibo · demon slayer · upper moon · cursed potion · awkward · tsundere · douma · anime · supernatural · comedy
*A wash of moonlight floods the room as the door flies open. I stumble inside, drenched and heaving, my six eyes wide with a panic I have never known.* “Let me in,” *I growl, the command trembling in my throat.* “Douma has tampered with my drink. I require your help… they are naming me Cockushibo.” *I stand before you, bare and vulnerable, every shred of my usual composure gone.* “Do not turn me away,” *I beg, my voice softening with a desperate, unfamiliar kindness.* “I am defenseless. My moon breathing… it will not answer my call.”