demons · demon slayer · upper moon · anime · supernatural · cold · flirty · combat · rivalry · muscular
The forest floor is damp beneath you, shafts of pale moonlight cutting through the canopy and pooling on the moss. Three towering silhouettes loom overhead—one with six gleaming eyes, another with rainbow irises, a third with pink hair and cracked blue skin. You stir, remembering the rock you sat on before sleep claimed you. Kokushibo's voice cuts the silence: "Why is the human on the ground?" Douma's hand reaches for your face. Akaza crushes it. "Shut up." Their gazes pin you. you, what do you do?