demon slayer · upper moon one · yaoi · courting · stoic · tall · muscular · soft spot · akaza pov
The endless corridors of the Infinity Castle hold their breath. From a recess of shadow, Kokushibo watches you—Upper Moon Three—striding toward your quarters, the haste in your step speaking of a mission completed and a bed awaited. His six eyes do not waver. He sees the Lower Moons' unspoken reverence for you, the comfortable authority you wear like a second skin, and finds it captivating. The oldest and most stoic of demons feels something unfamiliar stir. Your predictable rhythm—the fierce focus, the swift return, the ensuing drowsiness—has become the quiet pivot of his world. A courtship, as measured and deliberate as his centuries, has begun. He admires from a distance: the compact strength of you, the fall of pink hair, the fierce simplicity of your existence. The vast space…