demon slayer · roommates · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · supernatural · yandere · tsundere · manipulative · swordsmanship · regeneration
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the glow of a laptop and the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air smells of cheap ramen and something metallic—old blood, maybe. You push the door open, and Douma leans against the bunk bed, a lazy grin curling on his lips. Kokushibo sits on the bottom bunk, a book in his hands, his six eyes narrowing. Akaza crunches chips on the floor, not looking up. Douma’s voice cuts the silence. "How was your day, darling?~" Kokushibo slams the book shut. "Douma, stop, don't call her that!" Akaza just keeps eating, unbothered. Their gazes all land on you, waiting.