#douma short story

[colourstreakgryffin]

Me again! Now it's a request, a Angst one ehehe

Daddy Douma seeing he's precious daughter harmed or even dying in the hands of a Demon Slayer

I want chaos ehehehe

Oh my loooorddd, that so saddd! To make it fair, ima make it very badly injured, just very close to death. I hate Douma but poor papa Douma!

Douma- Rainbow Bridge

Douma choked out a helpless sob, dropping to his knees with a poor bloodied body tightly clutched in his arms as the cold snow beneath him was drowning in deep scarlet red. The blood of humans… and the blood of his beloved daughter contaminated his Hakama pants but he didn’t care. He only cared about his precious child, the way she bled out and whimpered so gently

He wasn’t sure she was conscious but he clung her closer, feeling her tiny breathes brush against the thin fabric of his rose red-toned turtleneck. Her little blood-stained hands balled into tight fists, leant on her chest as the giant slice wound over her much smaller body, even the smaller gusts of wind touching that nasty injury made it hurt all the more

Douma was panicking intensely that his breathing elevated to hearable pants. Unable to process what to truly do, sure. He got rid of the monstrous Hashira that dared to put his hands on his baby and shed her magnificent blood all over the frozen ground but that doesn’t mean everything is squeaky clean. She was writhing in pain, the Nichirin Katana-induced wounds shattered her poor weak body. Her dull, almost colourless eyes gazed up at her hysterically sobbing and frantically searching father

“D… Da… ddy…” The helpless bleeding little demon whispered so softly as she finally managed to muscle out something, other than weak breathing, that it hurt Douma’s almost lifeless heart to even hear as he knew he couldn’t do anything to fix it or make her regenerative factor boost. “Don’t worry, princess! I will make sure you’re okay! Daddy won’t let you go! Daddy will save you! Daddy will never let a mean human touch you again!” Douma chanted mindlessly, his tightening protective grasp on her poor semi-limp body

Defeated and paralysed, Douma cuddled his precious princess with pained cries and sobs rolling out of his aching throat, staining his rainbow eyes with endless tears as the drying blood of his worst enemy and the rotting corpse of the Hashira laid flat before him. He could care less for that human soul, he only cared for the child he couldn’t protect in time. He left her alone for only a few minutes and now she is bleeding out in a alarming rate and couldn’t heal fast enough

Is… he going to lose his one and only true love? His little ice queen… his everything?

[vrystalius]

Hello hello, I was wondering if you could please write a story (Short scenario) with the Hashiras and maybe the three upper moons. Where the reader aka their S/O had a small fight and is currently ignoring them but then she needs something from them that makes here go there like "Can you please open this for me/help me with this". I just think it would be cute to see their reaction to the reader being all flustered about having to ask them for help.

(Take your time and stay safe i luv you~) 💛❤️💛❤️

Giving your boyfriend the silent treatment…

…until you need help opening something. (Includes both Hashira and Upper Moons)

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu, Tengen, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x fem!human!reader

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sanemi would grow incredibly frustrated when you use the silent treatment against him. He’d try to ignore you as well by crossing his arms over his chest and sit in a different room, back facing the door at all times. He can’t stop thinking about you brooding and being upset with him, wich in return, makes him even more angry! Gods, you’re infuriating sometimes.

But once you come up to him and ask him to open a new jar of jam, he’d try to look mad, even though he wasn’t.

“You sure got some nerve to ask me now.”

He tries to show you that he still is kinda pissed with you, but still loves you. Sanemi would grumble about your timing and attitude from before while wrestling with the lid. After struggling for multiple minutes and failing, he got upset again and just gave it back to you, grumbling.

“Ask someone else, damnit! Don’t annoy me.”

Kyojuro Rengoku

Arguments are the worst for him. Kyojuro will feel and look like a distraught puppy who just got denied love for the rest of his life. He understands that you need space and will provide it, but the silent treatment is really breaking his heart. Kyojuro would sometimes try to start a conversation by asking about you what you’re doing or how you’re feeling.

He will feel absolutely delighted when you talk to him again. Of course he’d open a bottle for you! Happily so!

“Give it to me, I got it!”

Kyojuro popped the lid with ease and handed the bottle back to you, giving you puppy eyes and a bright smile. You seriously can’t ignore him anymore, it’s just too sad to see him depressed…

“Oh! You’re talking to me again! I’ve missed you, my flame!”

Gyomei Himejima

Although he’s not fond of your methods of resolving conflict and considers them a little childish, Gyomei will oblige, for now.

He will give you the same treatment you’re giving him, but will still remain around your person. Gyomei’ll silently meditate or pray while you continue your antics, being just as quiet as you are. He’d ponder about arguments he could deliver to you to break your silence and resolve this issue, but before he could come up with anything, you come up to him with a jar of honey. After you ask him to open it for you, Gyomei would softly smile and take the jar.

“Of course, my pearl.”

He opened it with ease and handed it back to you, but before you could go back to whatever you were doing, Gyomei’d speak up again.

“How about we resolve our argument now? I do not want to continue to fight.”

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu would unintentionally give you the silent treatment after arguments, and you decided to give one back. After noticing the lack of conversations and the sound of your voice, he’d feel more sad and try to avoid you all together to avoid even more conflict or your silent side glances. Giyu jumps slightly when you ask him to open a jar of fermented foods. He was incredibly surprised that you’d want to talk to him.

“Mhm. Give it.”

He… struggled with opening it. He tried around for two more minutes until he managed to open it with a spoon and using 80% of his strength. He feels embarrassed for failing opening something for you.

“You’re welcome.”

Tengen Uzui

How unflashy of you to ignore him like this. Do you know how bratty you look like? Sometimes he just wants to stick out his tongue at you when you’re not looking. Tengen would sulk and complain to the other girls about you, but Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma stick to you and your petty silent treatment, but they’d stick to you and would ignore him as well. You’re all ganging up on him at this point.

But once you come back to him and ask him for help opening your favourite drink, Tengen would feign being helpful.

“Gimme that, I’ll open it for you, beautiful~”

He’d open the glass for you and then proceed to chug everything down in one go, right in front of you while making sure to stay out of your reach.

“That’s what you get for being bratty!”

(He was not allowed back into the bedroom that night)

Kokushibo

You are being very immature. Kokushibo can give you the same silent treatment you are giving him, and he will outlast you by far. He will act very nonchalant about you ignoring him and will stop attempting making conversation after two tries. Kokushibo would return to his training or meditation, or sometimes even go on long missions to punish you even more for acting this petty.

Once you come back to him and ask him to open a jar of jam for you, Kokushibo will just stare you down silently.

“…..”

He proceeded to give you the silent treatment and not open the jar for you. You were left to fend for yourself. But at somepoint, Kokushibo could not watch you struggling to open the jar by using a sharp knife in hopes to get the lid loose. He snatched the jar out of your hands and opened it with ease.

“Here. Take it. Don’t try that again, you will injure yourself.”

Douma

Your silent treatment is very entertaining to Douma. Is this your way to punish him? How funny! He will try everything to make you break your silence by annoying you. Douma will nuzzle into your neck, kiss your most sensitive spots, whine into your ear, complain about your behaviour, poke against your cheek and pinch your skin. C’mon, do something with him! Anything! Stop ignoring him! Douma just kept following you around, whining around like a child.

Finally, you he saw you struggling with opening a jar of tea herbs and offered to help.

“Need help with that, lotus?”

Douma snatched the jar out of your hand and opened in a matter of seconds, but didn’t hand it back. He wanted you to say “I love you” before he hands it back. You gave in while heavily rolling your eyes, but Douma wasn’t satisfied with that. After a back and forth, you finally satisfied him by saying “I love you my dearest, lovely Douma” in a sincere tone. In his eyes, he won your silent treatment game.

“I won! Awww, why do you look so mad? Here, take your herbs back…. No thank you? What, are you ignoring me again?! Come ooooonnnn…”

Akaza

He was hurt and slightly scared by your silent treatment. Are you planning to leave him? Akaza would understand that. He’s rough, angry, a demon, prideful, not good with expressing his thoughts… the list of his flaws go on. Your silence is making him incredibly nervous and he let his nervous energy out during training and against the walls of the infinity castle until his knuckles bleed.

Then, finally, you approach Akaza with a problem: you can’t open your jar of candies. He felt himself smile slightly at your defeated face.

“So now you need me? Hm.”

Akaza casually tried slipping the lid off, but it was stuck. He felt his pride crumble bit by bit with everytime he tried opening the lid and failed. His anger rose and he slammed the jar against the corner of the wall, shattering the top of the glas jar off. The glass fell in onto your feet.

“… There.”

💠

This was one of my favourite requests so far! Thank you so much for requesting!! I’m currently working on How the Upper Moons would react to your affection, similar to what I posted with the hashira, so I was kinda switching back and forth between this and the other fic. Somehow, when I feel stressed, I’m the most creative and productive xD

Also, I absolutely love reading all of your comments and reposts. Some made me laugh out loud in public, so thank you for that!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!! <3

Take care of yourselves <33 I appreciate you all.

[aizenswhore]

Unhinged men that put you above anything else and anyone else. Men who will gladly take you dancing, making sure from afar that no one bothers you while you practically own the dance floor. He is not into dancing, he is just into you and he wants nothing more than for you to have fun safely. He is not bothered by your revealing dress, he even covets the way other men gawk at you. They can stare, but not touch. You are his and the predatory eyes he shoots towards you from across the dance floor.

Unhinged, as aforementioned, to the point that while he is sitting at the counter on the bar area, ready to buy you a drink for when you’re coming back to him, he agrees to the coquettish offer of a girl to buy him a drink. Why? Because she shall learn a lesson.

As she is busy ordering the drink, he subtly gestures for you to join him. When the barman slides the drink and slice of lemon towards him, he graspes your jaw roughly and makes you bite the lemon in front of the stranger who had dared to flirt with him. Smashing his lips onto yours, he sucks the lemon juices off your mouth and lips, tongue delving into your mouth, tasting you with pride, before finishing off his drink in a single motion.

“Shall I fuck her in front of you?” your boyfriend taunts the girl, causing your cheeks to heat up, while his hand practically gropes your ass in unadulterated hunger.

You are flustered but aroused by his total lack of decency, but you love it, you love him. You love him in that moment and when he cannot wait to reach your bedroom, fucking you roughly onto the couch of your living room. He is obsessed with you. Just get it inside your head.

SUGURU GETO, SATORU GOJO, TOJI FUSHIGURO, Zoro Roronoa, Ace, SHANKS, URAHARA KISUKE, Gin Ichimaru, AIZEN SOSUKE, Zaraki Kenpachi, SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA, Douma, MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

Credits for the banner: @cafekitsune

Main account: @muzansfangs [I will definitely expand this scene in a one-short or a story, because why not]

[akazzzaa]

A/N- I saw this on Pinterest and thought it was so cute so I wanna try and write about child! reader x demons (platonic obvs) Credit goes to the artist @lll_123_lll

Summary- Short story for each demon interacting with a human child- Kokushibo, Akaza, Douma, Hantengu, Gyokko, Daki

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None

Part one(here|| Part two||

Kokushibo

As Kokushibo walks through a peaceful village, he notices a small child playing with a wooden sword. Intrigued by the child's innocence, he decides to approach and kneels down to the child's level. The child stopped and looked at him wide eyed, '' Are you a samurai, mister?'' Kokushibo expression softened, ''Indeed, little one.''

The child jumped up in excitement, ''Wow, Can you show me some cool moves? Pretty please!?''

For a moment, Kokushibo, contemplates the request. Surprisingly, he decides to humour the child. With grace and precision, he performs a series of fluid sword movements, creating an intricate display of swordsmanship.

The child clapped in glee, '' That was amazing! Can I try too?''Kokushibo hands the child a small, wooden practice sword, showing them a basic stance. The child mimics his movements, albeit with less finesse. ''Excellent effort, young one... With dedication, you may become a skilled warrior.''

Douma

''Why do you have fangs? Are you a scary monster?"

Douma was taken aback but then chuckled softly, amused by the innocence of the child. "These fangs are a part of what I am, I need them to eat!''

The child, not completely satisfied with the answer, pointed to Douma's mouth and said, "Can I see them up close? I want to look!!''

Douma hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to allow the child to get so close. However, he had no ill intentions and decided to humour her curiosity. With a nod, he opened his mouth wide, revealing his sharp fangs. Unfazed by the intimidating sight, The child leaned in closer to inspect the fangs. She reached out tentatively and touched one of them with her small fingers.

"They're sharp," she observed with wide-eyed wonder.

Douma, surprised by the child's boldness, couldn't help but smile. "Indeed, they are. But remember, appearances can be deceiving. It's essential to look beyond what you see on the surface."

Akaza

The moment the girl spotted Akaza, her eyes widened with excitement. She approached him fearlessly, her curiosity overcoming any apprehension she might have had. "Wow! Your hair is so pink! It's like cherry blossoms! Can I touch it?" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious.

Akaza, taken aback by the girl's boldness, hesitated for a moment. Demons were not accustomed to such innocent interactions. However, something about the child's pure fascination touched a chord within him. "Uh, well, it's not something people usually ask," he replied, unsure of how to respond to such an unusual request.

The little girl beamed, undeterred by Akaza's initial uncertainty. "Please? I promise I won't pull it or anything. I just want to feel it! It looks so soft and pretty!"

Akaza couldn't help but crack a small smile at the girl's sincerity. Slowly, he nodded, allowing her to approach. Gently, she reached out and delicately ran her fingers through the strands of his pink hair. The texture surprised her, and a giggle escaped her lips. "It's softer than I imagined! Your hair is really nice, mister demon!"

Akaza found himself chuckling. Emboldened by the positive response, the girl continued to play with Akaza's hair, creating impromptu hairstyles and sharing her infectious laughter.

Hantengu (Main body)

The child's eyes fixated on the peculiar lump on Hantengu's head. "What's that big lump on your head?" she inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

Hantengu's faces displayed a mix of embarrassment and discomfort.'' I- I dont know, I've always had it! I'm not lying this time either!''

The child, being a compassionate soul, couldn't bear to see anyone in distress. Without a second thought, she took a step forward and planted a small, innocent kiss on the lump. Hantengu's face immediately transformed into expressions of surprise and gratitude.

"There, now it's better," The child said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

Hantengu, touched by the child's pure heart, felt a warmth spreading through his body. "Thank you, little one. You possess a kindness that is rare even among humans."

Gyokko

Gyokko observed the child doodle in the dirt with a small stick, a display of untapped creativity. Intrigued, Gyokko decided to share his passion for painting with the young artist.

Gyokko teleported beside the child. In his hands, he conjured a set of vibrant paints and brushes, as if summoning colours from the very air. The child's eyes widened in amazement as Gyokko presented the tools of creation.

"Art is like the dance of a butterfly," Gyokko spoke, his voice gentle like a breeze. "Let the colors flow, and your heart guide the brush."

Gyokko dipped his brush into a pool of blue paint and began to demonstrate fluid strokes on a blank canvas. the child, fascinated, mimicked the motions with a mixture of excitement and concentration.

Gyokko and the child painted side by side, creating a masterpiece that mirrored the beauty of their newfound friendship.

In the quiet of the night, Gyokko spoke words of encouragement to the child. "Every stroke tells a story, and every colour holds an emotion. Let your imagination soar like a bird in the sky, young one."

Under Gyokko's guidance, the child discovered not only the art of painting but also the power of expression and self-discovery.

Daki

Daki's beauty was enhanced by the intricate layers of silk, vibrant colours, and elegant accessories. She moved through the crowd gracefully, her presence drawing both admiration and whispers. Unknown to her, a wide-eyed human had been trailing behind, mesmerized by the ethereal vision.

With her innocent curiosity, tugged on the hem of Daki's exquisite kimono, her eyes filled with admiration. Daki, though known for her short temper, couldn't help but soften at the sight of the little girl.

"Wow, you look so pretty!" The child exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with wonder.

Daki turned her attention to the child, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you, little one. You seem to have an eye for beauty," she replied, her voice as silky as her attire.

Undeterred by the imposing aura of a demon, asked, "Can I look pretty like you too? I want to wear such beautiful clothes!"

Daki crouched down to the child eye level, her long, silky hair cascading around her. "Of course, you can, little one. Beauty is not just in the clothes we wear but in the kindness of our hearts.''

As Daki spoke, she noticed the simple charm bracelet on the child's wrist. She reached into the folds of her kimono and took a delicate flower hairpin. "Here, take this. It will make you look even more beautiful."

The child's eyes widened as she accepted the gift, a radiant smile spreading across her face. Daki, for a moment, found herself enchanted by the purity of the child's joy.

"Thank you, miss!" The child exclaimed, twirling around with newfound delight.

Daki watched as she skipped away, her heart touched by the innocence of a child who saw beyond the dangers of the world. As the festival continued, Daki couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart, a reminder that beauty, in its truest form, transcends appearances and lies within the bonds that connect people.

A/N=Added Gyokko and Daki

[thebiggestlovergirlever]

Hey lovely, would you a do a jealous!Muzan x female!reader.. He doesn’t realise that he’s in love with her until he tasked her with getting something off someone (you chose who) and the way she does that is by seducing said person. Muzan gets super pissed off with her and starts ignoring her, reader decides to flirt with the upper moons just to piss off Muzan for ignoring her and all hell breaks loose. You decide what ends up happening, but they do end up getting together 😊

Ahhh Omg I love this idea!! Thank you sooo much for requesting (ur my first request ever!!) sorry if it’s not very fluent but I was so excited to write this :D!!

The town was bustling even though it was night, Muzan had sent you out to retrieve a few ingredients for his most recent attempt at being able to walk in the sun. You duck and weave through countless people till you finally reach the shop you were looking for “hello sir I need three nightshade flowers.” You state politely, the man looks you up and down before gathering them into a little bag “That will be 300¥” you sigh“oh I don’t have any money on me, could I pay you in another way?” You ask with a sly smirk resting on your face. His cheeks are dusted with a rosy color as you begin to move towards him. He smiles and grabs your hip firmly “oh yeah? And how so would you be paying me?” As you begin to undo his belt the door slams open and money is thrown on the counter. Muzan snatched the flowers, grabs your wrist, and drags you out to the woods, “What on earth where you doing?” He questioned, a sneer resting on his face. Confusion grows in your head “I was doing as you said and getting the nightshade,” you mutter, it ended up sounding more like a question making your confusion evident “What I walked in on was a mockery of the twelve kizuki, and demons in general.” Before you could respond he was gone and you were left to your thoughts.

As you headed to your home in the woods you kept going over the events from that night in your head, “Why was he so mad? I’ve seen him encourage many demons to do anything and everything to get less important things than that, so what makes it different when I do it?” You finally realized right before the sun rose, Lord Muzan was jealous. You and Muzan had always had a complicated past, for the last few centuries you had grown feelings for him wishing he would reciprocate those feelings, you would try to create conversation and pay him all your attention lovingly. Sadly he hardly even responded and when he did it was short and snippy. Unknown to you Muzan adored the attention you gave him, he enjoyed your stories of fighting demon slayers and finding trinkets on the ground to keep and decorate your home with, would he ever admit to you or himself that he felt the exact same way no not for now.

Realizing he was jealous you decided to take advantage of this and see if you could finally win his heart over. The next upper moon meeting you started with Douma, “Hello Douma, your hair looks lovely today have you done something to it?” You ask in a sweet tone trying your best to make your eyes look as attentive as possible “Ah Y/N thank you! I have recently eaten a much younger woman than usual she was 19 years old and I’ve noticed my hair and skin has been much smoother ever since,” he responded with his usual fake smile. You sent a quick glance towards Muzan and felt your heart begin to race as you saw him glaring down at Douma, you thought to yourself “it’s working!” As a grin grew on your face. “So has the younger girl helped with your muscle definition too? Because your pecs and arms look more muscle-ey than they did last meeting, can I feel?” You ask with a flirtatious giggle he responded in the same tone “of course my dear!” You grabbed his pecs and arms and made sure to giggle as you glanced up at Muzan. Anger was evident on his face, if looks could kill Douma would be six feet under, deciding to spare Douma any more issues with Muzan you moved to Akaza.

“Akaza you’re so strong, we should train together tomorrow,” you giggle giving him a glance up and down, unlike Douma, Akaza doesn’t care for small talk as much responding with a sneer “No thank you. I have better things to do.” As you continue to try and talk to him Muzan glares at a distance. His whole body is hot almost erupting with rage, He begins the meeting with an aggressive yell. The entire meeting you tried to focus but all you could take note of was Muzan’s angry demeanor. His eyebrows twitched as he snapped out orders at the rest of the upper moons, while you were left neglected.

At the sound of Nikime’s Biwa you were transported to a dark office, as far as the eye can see was books and documents. You walked over to a big desk covered in test tubes and equipment to make anything that would help concur the sun. The light snapped on and you quickly turn around, you stared at Muzan with a light smile, he stared back but with a cold glare. He saunters over to you, eyes drinking in your figure, “What were you doing before the meeting? Ignoring me is not a good decision Y/N.” You snicker quickly and respond “What are you talking about my lord? I wasn’t ignoring you, I just took the hint you didn’t want me wasting your time with my stupid stories and questions so I left you alone.” His features soften quickly as he moves closer, he gently grabs you face as he says quietly “I love your stories and your questions, what ever made you feel that way?” Placing your hands of his hard chest you whisper “You never responded, or seemed to care so I gave up,” you finally meet his eyes as he says “I care, I care about everything you do and say. I care so much that I would burn the world if you wished, I love you.” And with that You kiss, both silently acknowledging your shared love.

[ratwithhands]

Thank you to everyone who reblogged/replied to the last post, it means a lot to me! I'm still fairly busy but I wanted to get at least one more sketch for you guys, so here's a simple comic for the AU.

For some more context, despite "passing" after only a decade with Muzan, Kokushibo left a very lasting impression on him for the future. As the sole man who nursed Muzan back to health after fighting Yoriichi, as well as giving him exclusive information as an insider in the Corps, drafting strategies to dispose of Demon Slayers (especially Sun Breathing swordsmen), and possible locations to start searching for the blue spider lily, Muzan considers him the epitome of devotion and usefulness in a subordinate.

When Kokushibo reported seeing Yoriichi in a nearby town and then later disappeared that same week, Muzan was very uncomfortable with the feelings of loss and grief. As a result of his denial, he still claims the place of Upper Moon One is occupied for no one else to take, ever. He is confident that Kokushibo will come back eventually. Until then, he uses him as the measure of a good employee for the other moons, which can be frustrating for them.

Anyways, you might notice Upper Two and Upper Three are on slightly better terms. They aren't friends per se but they both started their climb up the ladder fairly close to each other in this story, as well as running missions together, so they hold a neutral stance on each other. As personable as Douma is, Akaza doesn't really interact with his coworkers, so Douma considers himself his one friend. They will occasionally have their spats but they're generally amicable.

I would write more but I think that will do ^^ feel free to ask about anything, I mostly have this AU on the backburner so there's a lot of scripted short events that I can cover, even if they aren't fully connected.

[pinejayy]

Demon Slayer Masterlist

Stories!

Muzan Kibusetsji 

I’ll make you remember me // Part 1 ,, Part 2 ,, 

One shots! // Short Stories! // Characters

Muan Kibusetsji

Mine and Mine only (Muzan x F!Reader) smut //  Demon Queen (Muzan x F!Reader) // 

Gyokko 

Art Piece (Gyokko x F!Reader) - smut  // My Obsession (Gyokko x M!Reader) // Lovely Husband (Gyokko x M!Reader) //

Hantengu Clones

Standing up to Sekido // Rutting with Urogi - nsfw // Aizetsu Nsfw Headcanons // Clones with Taller S/O // Please Don’t Leave - Angst // Scarlet Witch S/O // Tiny Lover // Demon Princess // Healing and Resting // How they finger you // Aizetsu NSFW Drabble // Karaku NSFW Drabble // Sekido NSFW Headcanons//

Kyojuro Rengoku 

Sunflower (Rengoku x Reader) // Thicc Thigh Headcanons // Jealous Flames (Rengoku x F!Reader) - smut // 

Kokushibo

Kokushbio Nsfw Headcanons

Daki

Best Friends!! ( Platonically!!) 

Tengen // and his Wives

Our Princess (Tengen Wives x F!Reader smut)

Gyomei Himejima

Gentle Giant 

Multiple Characters shorts!

<3 (gyokko and hantengu) // Quite S/O (Muzan, Douma and Gyutaro) // Easily Scared S/O (Upper Moons) // Brat Tamer (Hantengu Clones, Muzan and Kukoshibo) // 

Headcanons! (Multiple Characters)

having a human girlfriend (muzan, douma and gyokko) 

Cuddles (Sanemi, Obanai and Genya) 

S/O salty about their Blood Demon Art (Douma, Gyokko and Enmu)

Ace S/O (Sanemi, Obanai and Akaza) 

Shapeshifter S/O (Akaza, Gyokko and Hantengu Clones) 

Motherly S/O (Douma, Gyutaro and Aizetsu)

Blood Manipulation S/O (Muzan, Sekido and Giyu)

I’ll give you my heart (Douma, Gyokko and Gyutaro)

Scary but Cute (Douma, Gyokko and Gyutaro) 

I’ll always love you (Giyu, Rengoku and Mitsuri)

Bratty little human (Douma and Muzan)

Upper Moons

Gen Z like S/O // Scarlet Witch S/O // Powerful little Human // WAP Dance //

[mrstsugikuni]

Wait!! Ur having a baby?!!$!3?2;4 omg congratulations!!!!!!!!!!,, maybe when you have time (no rush at all!!!) There could be some pregnant y/n headcanons for either the upper moons or the hashiras??? Like how they handle their y/n pregnant 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Yes I am 🫶 I am 15 weeks pregnant and I'm having a boy. Also thank you very much 🥰 I'm debating on whether to post the ultrasound photos or not 💪

And I absolutely LOVE 🫶💞💖 this request! So let's get started, I decided to do the top 3 upper moons first since they are my absolute favorite 🫶 and then I'll do the rest of the upper moons and then the hashira 💖

Kokushibo 🫶

He would be very very gentle with you as if you were a wine glass.

He'd have to stop himself sometimes from rubbing your belly because he knew and saw the little baby in there and it was the smallest and sweetest thing ever.

He would give your stomach lots and lots of kisses and would talk to the baby on a daily basis like it was his duty to talk to the small thing.

His eye are on you like a hawk, he wants you to be as safe as possible and he wants to be there if you ever need him or be able to catch you if you fall.

He understands you're very emotional at the moment because your hormones are going wild due to growing a new living thing inside of you and you have lots of mood swings so he's always there to let you cry or rant about something.

He loves seeing you rub your belly and talking to the baby yourself he thinks it's very sweet and can't help but to look in awe. 🫶

Douma 🧚‍♀️

Would act a little strange around you but nonetheless he would always talk to the baby he would mostly tell the baby stories of his life as well pretty much a "God" 😮‍💨

Would always bug you about when the baby was gonna be born and that he just couldn't wait to hold it.

Asks for help on how to be a good father figure for the baby.

Is always rubbing your belly he never holds himself back if he wants to say hello or rub his child he will do so and will sometimes even leave sweet little kisses.

You can see he's trying to get better with the whole emotions thing because he truly wants to be there emotionally for his baby.

Loves giving you hugs from behind and resting his hands on your baby bump and leaving kisses on your cheeks or forehead.

Tries to be there for you when your emotions get crazy but doesn't exactly know but to do so he just listens and holds you.

Akaza 💪

Protective papa for short

Is constantly checking in on you and the baby to make sure you're both alright.

Overthinks sometimes when he's on a mission but knows you can take care of yourself and you'll be ok, but gives you so many hugs and gives your tummy more kisses then ever.

Enjoys spending time with you and enjoys cuddles more than he ever has cause now he gets to hold you and his baby.

He tends to press his forehead to your tummy as if your baby was doing it back.

He's extremely gentle with you and helps you get around the house if you need it cause he knows it can get difficult sometimes.

Let's you vent to him all the time while you sit in his lap as he holds you listening to every little detail running his fingers through your hair in a soothing way and let's you vent until you slowly pass out in his arms and he carries you to bed letting you rest.

Ok so I'm sorry there are more head canons for akaza BUT he is just seems like the sweetest out of all of them and just easy to write with 🥺🫶

[vinlynce]

Now here we go... Some of the canon divergent in how they are now characters!

Starting with Kanae! Her original fight with Douma led her to her wings tearing and being coated in ice-like tera-crystals, thus making her have to retire from active duty as one of the highest ranking adventurer of the Wisteria Guild. Now she helps still in the Butterfly Mansion with healing and helping people. Yuichiro! Little guy. The original sparking event in the twins joining the guild in the first place was when as infinity dungeon pulled them in against their will, the two of them escaping in rough shape before being found by Amane. Yuichiro was on the verge of death after this and ended up losing his arm. Though now he works with the Wisteria Guild, even if he is a bit grumbly about it half the time.

Tsutako! After an infinity dungeon "spawned" on top of her with little warning, Herself, Giyuu, and her Fiance were dropped into it and had to get out of the mystery dungeon in some way. Her fiance was unfortunately killed in the surprise attack, but Tsutako managed to protect herself and Giyuu until they could find an exit. Long story short, the pair are found by Urokodaki and Giyuu trains under him in hopes to join the Wisteria Guild while Tsutako heals from her comatose-causing injuries. After enough time has passed she joins the Guild herself under the Butterfly Mansion to try and help others. I imagine she has to have frequent breaks along with some sort of occasionally used mobility aid.

But... There were more who trained under Urokodaki at different times! The most notable of which were Makomo and Sabito. Both were trained by him and tried to become adventurers at different times, Sabito trying to form a duo with Giyuu a while after Makomo had perished. Both being killed by a massive spiteful Muk who had been trapped in the Mystery Dungeon converted to the place where the Guild's final selection for adventurers (those who go after those causing the Infinity Dungeons in hope of stopping more from being created) took place. But... Let's just say there's a specific Pokemon known to be the souls of those who perished with their bodies full of Malice, and the words that Muk spoke to them in their last breaths were to do little more then cause hatred.

[doumadono]

Hi! I would like to make nsfw short fic request based on the prompt below with Douma x f!reader. You're a really great writer and I appreciate your work very much! Congratulations on your 3 000 followers! 🎉

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

A well-deserved prize - Douma x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, fingering, f!reader Synopsis: Douma gently reminds that you are exclusively his A/N: thank you so much, dear Nonnie! ♥

MASTERLIST

The air was thick with tension, every glance exchanged between you and Douma charged with a palpable electricity.

You stood in the dimly lit chamber. With a graceful gesture, you untied the intricate obi belt that held the kimono in place, allowing it to slowly unwind from around your waist. The sleeves of the kimono, adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to tell stories of distant lands, slipped down your arms like whispers of silk. You watched as the garment pooled around your feet, revealing the subtle curve of your shoulders and the gentle slope of your collarbone. Your movements were deliberate yet unhurried, a quiet ritual that held a sense of both tradition and intimacy. As the kimono parted from your frame, the cool air of the room caressed your skin, creating a gentle contrast against the warmth that still lingered from the fabric. You stood there for a moment, appreciating the sensation and the freedom that came with shedding the layers of the day.

"I love that no one else has seen you like this," his voice was a low, seductive purr as he slowly started closing the distance between the two of you, "that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. They don't get to have you, but I do."

The weight of his words hung in the air, a confession that had left you reeling. Your heart raced in your chest, his words igniting a fire within you that you could barely control. Douma's rainbow eyes bore into yours, his gaze unrelenting and intense, as if he could see every thought racing through your mind.

"Douma," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you took a tiny, cautious step closer to him. His presence was intoxicating, a heady blend of danger and desire that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

He closed the distance between you, his pale hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was electric, sending shivers down your spine as he traced the curve of your jaw with his fingertips. "You're mine," he breathed, his lips dangerously close to your ear, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill coursing through you. "No one else gets to claim you, to touch you like I do."

The intensity of his words left you breathless, a mixture of fear and excitement pooling in the pit of your stomach. You knew the danger of getting involved with someone like Douma, a demon with a reputation for ruthlessness and cruelty. But there was something about him that drew you in, something that made you want to unravel the enigma that he was.

"I can't deny that there's something between us," you admitted, your voice tinged with a hint of defiance, "but that doesn't mean I belong to anyone."

A predatory smile tugged at the corner of Douma's lips, his gaze darkening with a mixture of amusement and desire. "Oh, I don't expect you to be so easily tamed," he purred, his fingers trailing down your neck in a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine.

His lips brushed against yours, a tantalizing tease that left you craving more. You could feel the pull between you, the magnetic attraction that neither of you could escape.

"You challenge me," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire, "and I find that… intriguing."

Your heart raced as his lips captured yours in a searing kiss, a clash of fire and ice that left you gasping for air. His arms wrapped around your naked form, pulling you closer until there was barely any space between you. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you locked in a passionate embrace.

As the kiss deepened, all reservations and doubts melted away. In that moment, it was just you and Douma, the undeniable chemistry between you igniting a passion that burned brighter than anything you had ever experienced before.

When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest like an animal trying to escape a cage.

Douma's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of hunger and something that almost resembled tenderness. "I don't intend to let you go," he admitted, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down your spine, "not now, not ever."

You met his gaze with a determined expression, a newfound strength coursing through you. "Then prove it," you challenged, your voice steady despite the chaos of emotions swirling within you.

A smirk tugged at Douma's lips again, his fingers tracing a path down your spine in a way that made your knees weak. "Oh, don't you worry," he whispered, his voice a promise that sent a thrill through your veins, "I intend to show you just how much you belong to me."

In that moment, you knew that your life was about to change irrevocably. The allure of Douma's darkness was irresistible, a dangerous path that you were more than willing to tread. As his lips captured yours once more, you surrendered to the intoxicating pull of his embrace, ready to explore the depths of desire that awaited you both.

He turned you around and drew you close against his clad chest, sensing your gradual melding into his embrace. Tilting your head back, your gaze locked onto his captivating eyes, and Douma savored the delicate sighs escaping your lips as his hands traced your contours. With a firm yet gentle touch, he explored, eliciting reactions that were music to his ears, all the while observing your descent into a state of surrender, where control became a comforting anchor.

Gradually and tenderly, his hands traversed you pussy, fingers gliding in rhythmic motions. Unhurried, deliberate, and unyielding, he indulged in a gentle caress of the aroused cunt before him. Douma sensed your longing, your eagerness to draw nearer to his touch, the mere tease no longer satisfying. A low groan escaped you, carried by labored breaths, the tone of desperation imbuing your response with unwavering determination, no longer a whisper but a voice of resolute need.

His soothing caress remained constant, neither ceasing nor quickening. Douma observed as you savored his touch, craving an escalation yet ensnared in your own arousal. With his second hand, he secured your position, skillfully engaging with your nipples. Skillful pinches between his fingers elicited fresh moans from you, coaxing forth an uncontainable response. "Oh my God, Douma!"

Your fingers threaded through his silvery locks as you reached your hands back, your grip firm as you trembled and let out soft moans.

Saturated with desire, Douma sensed you teetering on the precipice of climax, a point where most of ordinary men would readily succumb to the overwhelming sensation.

Abruptly, Douma's hand departed from your yearning, moist pussy, securing its hold on your hip while he nipped at the column of your neck, drawing some blood. "Have you been a good girl?" He inquired in a low, teasing tone.

Accompanied by a low whimper, you eagerly nodded, affirming without words that your compliance had been steadfast.

Douma's lips curved into a smile as he gazed down, his rainbow irises darkening with an intense, primal desire. "It seems you've earned yourself a reward."

[colourstreakgryffin]

Ok, so, in MGE (monster girl encyclopedia) there's a art eating fairy called a leanan sidhe (The picture is a lil weird but given fairies can look like anything they want it means there are more adult-looking fairies. tho its ok if you don't wanna do this.) they eat all kinds of art, but mostly masterpieces. I would think, douma has many artists in his cult that do art of him. So imagine him walking into his room and then finding leanan sidhe! reader just noming on a piece of of a painting of him. i think it would be funny and cute

Oh my fucking god, I can imagine this stupid scenario too and I’m totally writing it! Douma finds it cute, fight me

Douma- Creamy Paint

Douma knew right away that you weren’t a normal woman, from the moment he indoctrinated into his beloved Eternal Paradise Cult. No, you definitely weren’t, you radiated such a odd aura as compared to the real humans he intrigued in, used his appealing charm all to lure in more walking dinners for him to devour but no. You aren’t human, he can’t eat you

That’s what made you ten times more interesting than any other follower he has ever produced

Douma had been following you regularly, wanting to pinpoint the real reason of why you’re just so strange but so fascinating that you seem to drag him towards you, mentally and physically. He is determined to know about you, who are you really like underneath that human disguise. It only took months for him to tear down that powerful iron wall of yours and uncover the truth behind you

You’re not a human… and you aren’t a demon. No, You’re a mythological monstrous entity, a fairy with extremely long hair laying flatly on the floor and the four crystal wings on your pretty back. Not just that, you had a extreme ravenous appetite for paintings… yes, you wanted to eat paintings and you did. You did it behind the entire cult and your beloved leader, Douma’s backs in order to not get caught

Douma was beyond shocked and bewildered at the sight before him. You, gnawing intensely on the half-torn painting canvas in which consisted of a very detailed and gorgeous painting of Douma himself. You knew of the painters Douma had enrolled into the cult and you also knee of all the painful hours the women spent producing these incredible art pieces but your hunger overtook your rationality and after the first bite, you came running in for more

And now… he has found out about your dirty little secret

Douma, after several seconds of painful silence and maintained eye contact with your gorgeous crystal-like eyes, balled into a extreme fit of laughter as he was truly amused by the fact you ate paintings and not normal food. Entering the room, he crouched down onto his knees to playfully pull the painting canvas inbetween your fangs. He wasn’t upset or disappointed

He was amused… so amused

“So. Does that painting of me taste good? I swear I wash my hair daily~”

[muzansfangs]

Demon Slayer Oc — Yuki Urokodaki.

Name: Yuki Urokodaki;

Height: 5’7”;

Birthday: December 19th;

Age: 22;

Breathing techinque: Ice breathing technique, derived from the Water breathing technique; before learning the Water breathing style, she had learnt the Moon breathing technique from Kokushibo;

Occupation: Ice Hashira; alternatively, in the Kimetsu Academy timeline, she is a private detective;

Sexuality: straight;

Status: deceased;

Cause of death: major injuries sustained during her battle against the Upper Moon Two in the Infinity Castle Arc;

Affiliation: The Demon Slayer Corps; formerly, due to her bond with the Upper Moon Two and his connections with the Kizuki, Muzan Kibutsuji;

Partner(s): formerly, Douma (Upper Moon Two); married to Rengoku Kyojuro until his death;

Eye color: ice blue;

Hair color: chestnut brown, fading into white when she performs the last form of her breathing technique;

Mark: her mark consists in a reddish snowflake on her right cheek;

Relatives: Sakonji Urokodaki (grandfather);

Nayoko Fukuda (mother) †;

Ichisake Urokodaki (father) †;

Senjuro Rengoku (brother-in-law);

Shinjuro Rengoku (father-in-law);

Kyojuro Rengoku (husband) †;

Personality: rational, ambitious, cruel and not keen to forgive easily. Caring with the loved ones, she tends to mask her true feelings not to show weakness and be consoled. Not overly affectionate, she struggles to display empathy to the others due to her traumatic past.

Ranking: weaker than Gyomei, stronger than Sanemi.

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑺.

𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀.

Born during a stormy winter night, Yuki was the daughter of the former Water Pillar, Ichisake Urokodaki, Sakonji’s son, and the Kinoe Nayoko Fukuda. She lost her parents the same night by the hand of Kokushibo. Taking pity on the baby, he brought her to the Eternal Paradise Cult, where she grew up under Douma’s watch.

Training her to become a swordsman to defend herself, and manipulating the girl into believing upper demons were actually good gods, Douma allowed her to hunt down the lower ranks lurking in the forests around the Temple, narrating they were bad spirits envious of the upper ranks and, as such, in need to be purified.

Years went by and Douma asked Kokushibo to teach her the Moon breathing-technique. Albeit she did her best to master it, she soon realized she was not made to own it completely. A fateful encounter with her grandfather opened her eyes and she learnt the Water breathing style easily, soon forging her own one, inspired by Douma’s ability to manipulate ice.

While she had developed feelings for her savior and friend, Yuki began to acknowledge the truth about demons and grew suspicious. Hiding her inklings from Douma, she let her feelings for the man unfold. The short-living love story abruptly came to an end, when she bumped into Akaza and found Douma covered in blood in his chambers.

Leaving the Temple for the final selection, she swore to Douma she would have never denied their bond, but that, if they ever met again, she was going to kill him.

Yuki and Kyojuro met during the final selection. He was the only one who made her smile and they never lost touch throughout the years. Not even when she became a Pillar before he did. Their bond grew more intimate, until he eventually confessed his feelings and asked her to marry him.

Unfortunately, Kyojuro died before her eyes and she lost her baby for the injuries and stress she had endured during the battle. From that day on, Shinjuro let her live at his Estate and provided her comfort for her loss.

She was hiding at the Ubuyashiki Estate with Gyomei, when Muzan made his appearence. She died in the arms of Douma, who had granted her the chance to see the sunlight for the last time.

𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨 — 𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑯Ō 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑺.

• Yuki’s blade changed its color after Kyojuro’s death, turning into a crimson red;

• Her favorite breakfast consist in lemon tea and two slices of bread coated in honey. In her Estate, she keeps enormous jars of honey from the different regions she has visited during her missions. The only person who is allowed to take them is Kyojuro;

• When she first met Tengen she kicked him right on the crotch, for he had tried to make her his fourth wife. Albeit she esteem him to be insufferable, she actually gets along with his wives and told them to call her, if they needed to beat him up;

• Her crow is albino and is named Kōri (ice). She bought a small blue scarf for him to wear during the winter;

• Douma actually planned to marry her. She was the only one who almost made him feel genuine emotions. When she left the Temple, he went back to be completely apathetic;

• She hates the sea and summer. Albeit she does not think her breathing style is badly affected by the high temperature, she noticed some forms are less effective than others during sultry summer nights;

• She learnt to mend her own wounds properly to avoid spending time at the Butterfly Estate, after Kanae’s death. Her relationship with Shinobu grew cold through the years. Their interactions are rare and cordial;

• Kokushibo scarred her cleavage during a training session. She felt so ashamed of it to cover up her chest for the rest of her life;

• Shinjuro despised her, at first. He believed someone who had been raised by a demon could not stain the Rengoku reputation. He refused to talk to her until she announced him she was pregnant with Kyojuro’s baby;

• She never got to tell Kyojuro she was pregnant. When she lost her baby, she claimed she lost the most precious gift her husband had left her with;

• Inosuke deemed her as his older sister and ofted asked her to sleep over at her Estate, asking her not to tell anyone about it;

• Sakonji did not reveal his real identity to her until she came back from the final selection, afraid she was going to lose her focus during the fight.

• Beside Giyuu, Kyojuro was the only person she told her story to and he encouraged her to open up with the others as well. The only one who reacted badly was Shinjuro, who attempted to kill her in front of the other Pillars, before he retired due to his wife’s death and his alcoholism. She stopped Kyojuro from confronting his father, reassuring him she was fine.

• She likes fancy jewels and silky clothes, along with saké and water pipes. Her tastes have been deeply influenced by Douma and his lifestyle.

• She absolutely hates slow walkers, wasps and green tea. Not much of a hugger, she used to knock down whoever tried to embrace her before Kyojuro finally convinced her it was natural for people to be vulnerable and needing physical touch.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Did I finally have the guts to publish my Demon Slayer OC? Yes, I did. I have cut some scenes and explanations from her backstory not to spoiler too much about her. If you have questions about Yuki, please, send me asks in my inbox! Let me know what you think about her!

Until next,

x o x o

Credits for the fanarts: me, in fact they suck.

Credits for the banners: @cafekitsune

[warringwarrioridiot]

hi i dont know if you take requests im so sorry if you dont but can you do like immagine if kokushibo adopts a 16 year old and they try to take her away cause they think he kidnapped them and they try to jump cause she just cant stay away from him (can be any gender sorry if this sounds dump or idk)

OGHDHSHSUS OMG OMG MY FIRST KOKU REQUEST

*happy feral Italian noises*

YOU BET YOUR ASPHALT ILL DO THIS!

Platonic Kokushibo with Teen! Fem Reader.

C-Warnings: Mentions of Kidnapping, Running away, Fem reader, I don't have a lot of Koku images so bare with me, shitty home life, language, etc.

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You came from a shitty house, and I mean shitty. (Talking about constant fighting and shit)

So you ran away from home, not being able to take the nagging and guilt-tripping anymore.

You stumbled upon Kokushibo, and immediately realized you were going to die.

You were just about to embrace the bittersweet feelings of death when

*Shink*

Long story short, Kokushibo couldn't bring himself to kill you, and he didn't know why. (He still doesn't.)

Kokushibo offered to take you in, and lets just say that you made a good choice saying yes.

He managed to find an abandoned house nearby, where he provided essentials and a warm home, something you barely remember having.

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Kokushibo is actually a very good dad, being able to cook and teach you things.

He refrained from eating people in front of you, not wanting to scare you away.

You obviously knew he was a demon, but he still refused.

You genuinely cared for him, and he cared for you.

Unfortunately, the shitty family from before didn't realize that you ran away, and assumed you were kidnapped.

So they searched for you, aka paid someone else to search.

I told you they were shitty.

Now Kokushibo, being the Chad he is, didn't want to traumatize you by killing the hired searchers. (is that a word? Idk)

Instead, he took you and ran down to another abandoned house, and managed to keep the same warm household you and him shared.

Now remember, this is fem reader, so you have a thing called a POOSAY, and a period.

And he kinda freaked out inside, not really understanding what to do-

Bros face was just 🗿

But he grew his balls back and figured it out, thank God.

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When Muzan found out about you, it made Koku melon panic, but the smooth criminal himself was just like:

"Just do your job, and nothing will happen to her."

Aka, Muzan favs him, and probably trusts him enough to do his job.

Bro is very suspicious of Douma being around you.

He's genuinely afraid that Douma might hurt you, or worse.

Same thing with the Mutated Baby, Gyokko.

(Kokushibo was cracking up inside when you called Gyokko that.)

He trusts Akaza, knowing he won't lay a hand on you due to his own morals.

He maybe lets him and Nakime babysit you when he's not around.

(dunno about the others)

in the end, Kokushibo's an excellent dad. I don't think you wanna know what happened to your shitty family.

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[echantedtoon]

KNY Swap Au Ramblings P2

I've seen a lot of others make their own versions of a swap au and I wanted to create one too just for fun. None of this is cannon, and not everyone will be swapped out and it'll have my own twists on things. And have some things added for new story elements.

Most of the role swaps I've seen are usually with either Sanemi and Genya or Gyutaro and Ume replacing Nezuko and Tanjiro. Or the rolls are swapped with Tanjiro being the demon instead. But for this I'm swapping out the Kamado Siblings for the Tokito Twins. I won't go into depth about everyone but I will give important differences to the story.

WARNINGS: Mentioning of killing, death, regular demon slayer content, etc.

EDIT: If you don't agree with any of the placements or head cannons that's fine. This is only my take on things.

Some people liked my Swap Demons concept so I decided to do a second but with the Swap Haishira.  If you don't agree with the placements or headcannons like before that's fine. And again not everyone will be swapped out or changed.

I based Swap Muzan partially on the swap au headcannons by @demonslayedher on Tumblr.

MASTER MUZAN KIBUTSUJI AND HIS FAMILY:

Honestly not much about him as a person has changed. He's still very much scheming, cunning, smart, strategic, and has a temper. The only difference is that he doesn't really y'know kill, eat, and murder people like Cannon Muzan. He runs the Demon Slayer corps like a smart well oiled machine and somehow he's very good at it. Of course not many people in the corps have the mind to oppose him with his temper and hatred for being tested. Despite his... personality, he's a very efficient planner and more than once some of his plans have worked in stopping demons. Despite his own short comings and the disease he has, his abilities to run the corps effectively has earned him the loyalty of most of the slayers. Even if not everyone likes him as a person they can admit he's an efficient leader. He may not always be understanding but he's smart enough to know how to approach sensitive topics and deal with the consequences that comes with having slayers and being the leader of the corps.  

Not much of the disease has changed. The only difference is that he has it in this timeline instead of Kagaya.

His wife, Rei Kibutsuji, is the one who helps run the corps if her husband's disease is too much for him to deal with that day. She was engaged to Muzan when they were both sixteen due to her family's various connections to resources and married at eighteen. Her family's various connections and resources has been a great help to the corps. Providing various medications for them to experiment with to combat the disease plauging the Kibutsuji family for generations, secret hiding courters for various slayers in the areas, Intel, and other things which helps. Her more level headed calm persona often helps to balance her husband's temper and her insight to various situations and things help him to make better choices in some instances. She is almost like a mother figure to the younger slayers in the corps and many respect her opinions on difficult situations.

They both have a single daughter, Muzan's heir, around the age of ten. Not much is known about her but she's very wise for her age and attends the final selection in place of her mother if she cannot spare a moment from her father otherwise she is always by her father's side helping him. Her first name is unknown to everyone but her parents and is a well guarded secret for security measures. Most call her by her given title of 'Young Kibutsuji'. 

HAISHIRA DOUMA:

Honestly Douma as a character and personality wise does not change one bit. He is still emotionless, apathetic, and everyone still dislikes him. But his story changes slightly as a slayer. His parents were originally followers of Gyomei's cult and upon his birth believed to be blessed by the gods with such a beautiful child. Thus child Douma became the (sideshow-) poster child whenever his parents went out with others to spread the 'good word' of Gyomei's eternal paradise cult. When he was about 8 the same instances occur in cannon. Douma's mother finds her husband cheating with other follower while out trying to recruit more followers. After killing her husband and his affair partner she took her own life leaving Douma just... standing there. Awkwardly just staring. Before just leaving to just...wonder aimlessly really for a long time until after a long time he's attacked by a demon in the mountains after attempting to seek shelter in a shrine as it was something familiar to him. A fight insued in which he nearly died if Urokodaki hadn't come along, he may be retired but he could still slay a low level demon in self defense if needed. The man is surely confused by why such a young child is here by himself, but is even more shocked by the fact he didn't show any emotion at almost getting killed by a demon. Unsure of what exactly else to do, Urokodaki decides to take him under his wing for now.

Later he did end up later learning water breathing techniques from Urokodaki along with Hakuji, and two other boys named Sabito and Giyuu who both went missing or died in their final selection. During his training Douma has formed a personal breathing style derived from Water Breathing known as Ice breathing which match his cold personality. Strongest Haishira which makes Hakuji angry. Actually was the one who ended up recruiting Gyutaro into the slayers after finding both himself and Ume in the entertainment district during a mission. He doesn't have any real reason to be a slayer other than it gives him some kind of purpose. Personally no one really likes him except for Gyutaro whom is grateful for the help he's received from him. Muzan only hasn't gotten rid of him yet because he's a honestly a very powerful force on the battlefield.

Was actually the one who found the brothers in the mountains while tracking down a powerful demon and took pity on them after seeing Yuichiro's unnatural demon behavior. That's what you're supposed to do right? Help others! He was nearly executed by Akaza for his actions at the next Haishira meeting.

HAISHIRA HAKUJI A.K.A AKAZA: 

Not much changes a lot about Akaza's backstory other than instead of poison Koyuki and her father were slain by demons instead of poison. Shocked, in grief, and filled with rage Akaza began hunting demons down on his own. He was unaware that a demon Slayer corps existed at the time until he also ended up just coming across Urokodaki in a similar fashion to how Douma was. Similar to Douma, Akaza developed his own Snow Breathing style derived from water Breathing, and fights a mixture of using his blade and his own physical body up close to deal damage with brass knuckles embedded with Nichirin spikes if demons are close enough. His previous martial art skills helps him to be flexible and untouchable in battle.  Despite studying under the same teacher and both having breathing styles derived from water breathing, Akaza HATES Douma. He hates his fake personality and how he acts all buddy, buddy to him. His mission is to eradicate the demon king and avenge Koyuki's death. The most loyal to Master Muzan. Akaza respects his serious attitude and cunning mind.

He thinks Douma sparing Yuichiro and Muichiro was a stupid idea and has mixed feelings about it all. Much rather prefers to be around the Kamado Siblings he himself recruited.

HAISHIRA GYUTARO AND UME:

Gyutaro is actually the Haishira. Ume is works safely at the butterfly mansion with Kanao, Aoi, and Nezuko in care for the slayers and kakushi who need to heal (changing my mind on Aoi and Kanao being demons). Backstory wise everything still proceeds as is cannon. Haishira Douma happened to have stumbled across the two siblings while hunting the previous Lower Moon Three in the area at the time. Feeling sorry for the two, he brought them back with him and sorta just dropped the two in Shinobu's lap. Gyutaro is extremely grateful to Douma for helping him and when the older man expressed interest in Gyutaro's already good fighting skills, he suggested that he join the corps since he has no where else to go. Unfortunately due to Gyutaro's unusual body conditions, he wasn't able to master the breathing styles Douma tried to teach them. Shinobu in a rare form of kindness after seeing Gyutaro interactions with Ume, offered to teach him her Insect Breathing she mastered because her body also isn't as strong as most Haishira. Gyutaro is the Mantis Haishira having previously learnt insecct breathing from Shinobu before her strange disappearance. He fights using his thin but flexible body like a preying mantis striking his prey. His weapons are duel Nichirin scycles custom made from his memories of using them for his job. He is surprisingly very good at killing demons and enjoys his new purpose.

Ume is often wanting to become a slayer like her brother, but Gyutaro forbids it forcing her to stay in the butterfly mansion with the other girls out of harm's way. Not much to say about her. Her whiny personality often collides with Aoi who keeps her spoiled attitude in check when making her help around the mansion while her older brother is out slaying demons. She does get the occasional visit from the Ice Haishira tho it's rare.

RETIRED HAISHIRA NAKIME:

Again not much to say about Nakime. Y'know that guy from Dororo who can use the sword in his biwa? Yeah that's her. Retired Sound Haishira. She can still slay demons with ease however she has retired after killing the Demon Tengen and his wives with a few other Slayers and loosing her eye I the process however she remains behind in the corps to help Urokodaki and others train the new slayer recruits.

HAISHIRA HANTENGU:

Not much is known about the quadruplets and their younger brother. They were all brought in one way or another from a horrible family situation by Rei after their grandfather Hantengu had a mental break and their father Urami just up and left them all. 

Sekido is the oldest one and trained with Kaigaku and Zenitsu by gramps and is a few years older than them. He and Kaigaku are always butting heads and tolerates Zenitsu only to an extent because he reminds him a smidge of Aizetsu. But otherwise he dislikes the 'whiny lightning brat'.

Aizetsu is the only current water breathing Haishira after training with Urokodaki and mastering the style. He deals with depression after everything he endured and is always worried about his brothers especially Zohakutan being the youngest.

Karaku is the current Wind Haishira. Self explanatory. Often he's paired with Sekido for missions. Despite the two brothers fighting like cats and dogs with rabies, they are surprisingly very good at fighting together during life or death situations. May or may not have a crush on someone in the corps.

Urogi is the only Hantengu brother who isn't a Haishira or Slayer. He is unable to use any breathing styles unlike his other four brothers. No one is sure why and honestly he's a little disappointed and sad, but he found a good purpose of helping to care for the many messenger crows that the corps uses. He's surprisingly very good with them and even matched many crows with their perfect match in a slayer including all of his brothers and surprisingly Akaza. Is the closest with Zohakutan as he's always the one who constantly keeps tabs on baby bro using his birds. Zoha thinks it's annoying but the comfort of having someone to fall back on for help is comforting to him.

Zohakutan so far is the youngest Haishira only a few years younger than his older brothers at 14. He's developed a breathing style all on his own Nature Breathing after his three Haishira brothers all tried training him in their own breathing styles. Somehow Zoha was able to mix the three plus add his own differences to create his own unique breathing style. It's proved to be very effective against demons. He's very loyal to Master Muzan after he let them stay and takes killing demons very seriously. Possibly more seriously than Sekido and honestly is always trying to surpass his older brothers to prove to them that they don't have to worry about him. Surprisingly he likes Tanjiro and Nezuko. Tanjiro's personality won him over and Nezuko is the little sister he never had. A lot of the time you can find him sparing with Inosuke.

SWORDSMITH GYOKKO:

Gyokko is the swordsmith who's responsible for the strange concoctions of weaponry that the current slayers use and his biggest rival is Haganezuka. While Haganezuka absolutely hates, hates, HATES Gyokko making strange weapons and for constantly tinkering with the 'true beauty of the blade', Gyokko hates that his fellow swordsmiths 'have no artistic creativity!!' Gyokko is the only swordsmith who is willing to 'get creative' and take special requests from his slayers. But because of his attitude like Haganezuka he rarely gets any requests. He personally made Akaza's Nichirin spiked brass knuckles, Douma's Nichirin fans, and Gyutaro's Nichirin scycles as they actually saw an opportunity to use his creative skills. Because of that they're his favorite Haishira but he also gets upset whenever he has to replace the unique creations he made for them. It's unclear if he is the one who made Nakime's biwa sword but as the two older people talk it's not a far off possiblity. 

He doesn't just make swords and weapons. Gyokko also dabbled in pottery and has made his own monstrous mask he constantly wears. Douma has expressed the beauty in his pots and was gifted one as a result along with his battle fans. It still sits in his estate. Haganezuka and Gyokko once got into an argument where Haganezuka ended up kicking one of Gyokko's vases destroying it. That resulted in the worst fight the two had up to present day lasting for hours and ended up with both of them needing bed rest for several months. The two swordsmiths are no longer allowed within twenty feet of each other.

DOCTOR ENMU:

Enmu is by far the most hated member of the corps second to Douma...buuuut he knows his way around medicine and he owes a lot of money to Muzan so this is his way of paying it back. Despite his..'quirk' he's a competent doctor and knows a lot about anatomy. Whenever he's given a demon from final selection to disect- Study or is tasked with researching Muzan's blood and skin cells from his sickened skin, he's very creepily excited and motivated. He used to speak to Shinobu about his discoveries from dissecting demons and ask about her wysteria poisoning techniques until her mysterious disappearance. When Shinobu disappeared all of the full nursing duties became his responsibility and he took over the butterfly estate partially run by Aoi. He's since found her notebooks and journals of her experiments and continues her research. Will later assist Tamayo with her cure for demon kind.

He was hoping to study Yuichiro's body if Sekido ended up killing him but unfortunately he wasn't allowed to do anything. Still occasionally asks Muichiro for some of his brother's blood despite his disgust.

TSUNAGU KAIGAKU:

Not much changes about Kaigaku's backstory. He's a few years younger than Sekido and his brothers and two years older than Zohakutan. Like Sekido has mastered enough Thunder Breathing to become Sekido's tsunagu but not by choice. Muzan assigned Kaigaku this placement because Sekido can and WILL scare Kaigaku back into place when his ego goes unchecked including using physical punishment and harsh training when he thinks it's needed. Kaigaku HATES it and Sekido...But it's been effective and he has become more humble and has learnt to not have such a big attitude after Sekido threw him using a single hand to throw him across the room for the fifth time in one day.

Zenitsu and him fight like siblings (see Kimetsu Gauken on this-) but has learnt not to throw things at him anymore after Tanjiro headbutted him and knocked him unconscious for a few hours. Despite that he can tolerate Tanjiro and Zenitsu to an extent but always fights with Inosuke and Zohakutan. He much prefers to go on missions with Kanao and Muichiro if he's supposed to have a partner for missions as they're usually easier for him to go on missions with. Genya is like him so he can somewhat tolerate his presence if he's not being trained by someone else.

Between Sekido's harsh lessons, Muzan's scoldings, and Tanjiro's kind advise(and humbling headbutts) he's learnt to become a bit better as a person. Not a lot but better, and Tanjiro is always trying to be friends with him. There's hope for him yet.

That's it so far for my ideas on some swap Haishira. I might do a third one with my Swap headcannons for the swap Kamaboko squad and Muichiro and Yuichiro if anyone's interested in that.

[demiesworld]

Can you write this?

Modern day Hantengu Quad Squad. College AU. The brothers are all in different classes but all are thirsting over the same girl who’s in some of their classes. They each try flirting with her, and she thinks she’s being hit in by the same guy numerous times.

【♛ demie: i like this idea it's super cute. idk if you listen to rnb songs, but this reminded me of the song "same girl" by usher & r. kelly.】

𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞?! [kny]

anime: demon slayer

characters: sekido, karaku, aizetsu, urogi, akaza (mentioned), douma (mentioned), kokushibou (mentioned), rengoku (mentioned), & muzan (mentioned)

contents: swearing, suggestive content, college!au, human!clones, afab!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns.

notes: the hantengu brothers are all 22 years of age. everyone mentioned in this is described as being human. yes i made the infinity castle as infinity academy bc why tf not? also i do not understand how japanese schools operate, formally, so i am trying my best to keep this as accurate as possible. peep the hints i throw in before each brother is revealed :)

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You are a new transfer student at the Infinity Academy and today was your very first day at your new school. You were a student at your current school's rival, Kimetsu Academy, however due to some unresolved complications with them, you had transferred over to Infinity Academy. So far you thought the new school was quite captivating especially with its students that attended it. You met the top three popular seniors of the academy, Kokushibou, Douma, and Akaza. They were assigned by the head of the school, Muzan Kibutsuji, to give you a tour of the buildings.

Kokushibou you could describe as an alluring young male. He had shoulder-length wispy black hair that changed into red at the tips. His piercing eyes were the similar to the color of your mother's favorite wine sangria. You in addition admired his beauty for his smooth ivory skin. In short, you thought of him as being virtually handsome.

Douma, on the other hand, possessed a captivating semblance that you couldn't discern. You didn't know if it was because of his physical looks or the charismatic pull he had. Either way, you were for the time being amazed with the young man. He towered above you, as did most men do, and would look at you with those what you would call prism irises. You were unable to call them a specific color since they appeared to shift from hazel to blue to green and you swore you saw them change into a shade of purple. His platinum colored hair was a standout too.

Akaza appeared to be a delinquent and bad news in your opinion, at least before you learned more about him. While he was shorter than Kokushibou and Douma, he made up for it in his muscular build. He had pale blue colored eyes that you initially thought were false contacts. The black denim vest he was wearing with ripped out sleeves exposed three thick black stripes on each forearm. Not only that he had vibrant fuschia-dyed hair complemented by matching color wispy eyelashes.

Your impression of Kokushibou was being quite reserved and reticent while he along with his upperclassmen showed you around. Though he did speak up when either of the two men gave you false or wrong information about things. He would also reprimand the two from bickering and causing a scene in front of you. In the midst of the tour, Kokushibou had to leave early due to a class he was required to attend as the teacher's assistant.

Then there was Douma who you thought of as suspicious with his outlandish stories that he was telling you. You didn't believe any of them. You perceived his personality as being apathetic, immature, yet positively gravitating due to his charm and approachable demeanor. Had it not been for his backhanded comment about your school attire you would have showed an interest in him.

Lastly was Akaza, or as Douma revealed to you Hakuji. He promptly told you to only call him Akaza whenever you'd see him. He was certainly the most tolerable out of the trio. Douma had told you that Akaza was a former student at Kimetsu Academy, like you, before he transferred to Infinity Academy during his second year. When you asked Akaza why he had switched schools so suddenly, after Akaza had fought with Douma over revealing it to you, he briefly stated it was because of his behavior. Which he didn't want to elaborate to you, and you didn't want to continue after that.

They were a pretty interesting trio.

As soon as your little tour with the three upperclassmen had ended, you were escorted by Akaza to your homeroom class. Douma left you two alone because he had "better and important" things to do. Which you two were thankful for, because Douma was exasperating. Akaza let you know that since you were a sophomore your classes would be held in a different building than theirs, and you wouldn't be seeing much of them after today. You told him you would be fine and watched him leave before walking into your homeroom.

You were greeted by an almost empty classroom, which you understood because you showed up just five minutes early before the bell even rang. There were a few students that sat in desks and were occupied with either their phones, doodling in notebooks, or talking in small groups. Plenty of empty chairs as well. You walked over to an empty desk, placing your backpack on the top of the desk.

The small group of students had stopped talking amongst each other to give you quick glances. You heard them being silent and gave them a side-eye glare, but didn't acknowledge their presence.

Just then a male student with shoulder-length wavy black hair and the finest of sun-kissed skin strolled through the threshold of the classroom. As he entered, he lifted a hand up to tap against the top frame of the door. He had his bag slung over his right shoulder, his arm unintentionally flexing his muscles because of the secure grip he had. A wide toothy beam was on his face as he went over to the teacher's desk and started to shuffle through the papers that were neatly aligned.

"Come on, I know you fucking graded my shit already teach'," the boy murmured to himself while continuing his aggressive search for whatever it was.

At that moment the homeroom teacher walked in holding a stack of papers in his hands. When he saw the male student at his desk, messing with his graded assignments, he sternly exclaims, "Hantengu!" The student flinches when he hears his surname being yelled and turned on his heel to face the teacher when he warns, "Get away from my desk, now."

The young male held a hand up in surrender and said, "Relax teach' I was just looking for my test from yesterday." He took a step away from the desk when the teacher was coming towards it.

"Your test isn't even on my desk, boy. I knew you would try to find it, so I hid it from you." The teacher took a seat at his chair and glared daggers at the guy. "You're gonna have to wait till fourth period, now go sit down."

After clicking his tongue then making a muttered comment about waiting till the end of the day, the male student turned his back to the teacher to go to his desk. Which was the same spot that he'd sit in during his fourth period class, and the spot you were now occupying. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his currently filled in seat. His eyes had a gleeful gander when he saw you there. He had to admit you were pretty damn cute in the black pleated skirt, black thigh-high socks, white low top sneakers, a nice snug cream collared shirt, and beige cardigan.

A sly smile came on his lips, "Well damn," he said aloud, the young male went over to sit in the empty desk behind you. When he walked past he made a flirtatious comment, "It's not even my birthday, but I got a nice piece of cake sittin' in my seat."

You turned around in the chair to face him with a pointed glare, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, sweet cheeks," He responds to you with a grin on his handsome face. "You must be new here then, because usually people don't sit in my seat."

Instead of antagonizing him about the nickname he just gave you, you crossed your legs and folded your arms to your chest. "And why don't people sit in your seat? I don't see a name on it."

He points up to the air vent that's directly above your head. "I get hot pretty quick, so I like to be 'neath the air vent right here." He puts his hands behind his head, reclining in the chair and facing up at the ceiling. "But you're fine sittin' right there, sweet cheeks, because after all," he lowers his head to look at you with a grin. "You're keepin' my seat warm 'nd I like the view."

You were flabbergasted by his attitude, but you couldn't hide the smile that was twitching on your face. You uncrossed your arms and leaned forward in the direction of this gleeful student. You ask, "What's your name Mr. Hantengu?" You use his surname as a way to tease him.

He rolled his eyes at you playfully and cracks into a smile when he hears your laughter. He likes it. "Don't call me that." He says, then adds, "My name is Urogi. What 'bout yours sweet cheeks?"

You tell him your name at the same time the bell rings the loud piercing dinging muffling your voice. Urogi was about to ask you to repeat yourself, but you turn around in your seat and face away from him. He pouts when he doesn't get to see your face anymore.

During the homeroom teacher going over the code of conduct, the academy's upcoming events, and other things that you weren't quite familiar with. You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked over it to see Urogi smiling at you.

You mouthed the word, "What?"

He murmurs, "I ain't bring a pencil with me today do you have one?"

What kind of student doesn't bring a pencil out of all things to school? Apparently Urogi does since he doesn't have one and is asking you for a spare. You were about to tell him "no" but he gave you a pleading stare. You fell for it and begin to dig through your own backpack for a spare pencil.

"I can't believe you just show up to school of all places without a pencil. Talk about being unprepared." You quip before handing him a pink mechanical pencil.

Urogi says as he grabbed the pencil, "Hey for your information, I do bring pencils to school," He then adds, "I just forgot to put my school stuff in my backpack this morning."

"Why were they not in there?" You wondered with a slight chuckle. You found Urogi to be quite the comical person, he was like a character in your opinion.

"I use my backpack as a gym bag." He said bluntly then presses down on the eraser to eject the lead. It was then he finally noticed that the pencil you had given him was pink. "What the- why the hell did you give me a pink pencil?"

"It was the only one I had in my bag," You lied. You actually had a pencil case with tons of other colors in your bag. You just thought of a masculine man like Urogi walking around with a pink pencil would be silly.

Urogi goes to argue with you about it, but you turn your back to him and ignore him during the rest of the class period. As soon as the class comes to an end, you are gathering your things and standing up from your seat. Urogi is doing the same as you.

"Well," you sigh, "I guess this is where we part ways, Mr. Hantengu." You sling your backpack over your shoulder mimicking Urogi's posture.

Urogi chastises you, "I told you not to call me that," He then rolls his eyes at how you're copying him. "You're such a little tease."

You cover a giggle with your hand then walk away from him. Urogi stood there for a moment just to watch you walk. Your hips rotating with every step you took. He knew that this school year with you would be fun. Especially since you were a new piece of eye candy. One that he hoped to snag a date with.

You read what class was next on your schedule and you let out a groan when you saw it was calculus. Of course it had to be that. You absolutely despised calculus since it was a difficult subject for you. The walk to your designated class room was dragged on because you weren't keen on attending it. But you had to, or else you'll be in trouble on your first day at this new academy.

You crossed through the threshold of the classroom's door and made a bee-line to an empty seat. The desks were aligned into three rows of five. In the upper right corner of the room beside the closed curtained window was a head of black wavy hair laying on top of a navy blue backpack. You opt to take a seat next to the person on their right.

From the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of the person's face. You furrow your eyebrows confusedly when you saw that it was Urogi sitting there next to you. If you remember correctly, you did leave the homeroom class before him. Though when you went to get a good look at their face you saw that his features were a bit softer. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully too. His lips were slightly parted as light snores came from him. It didn't make sense to you because Urogi was definitely wide awake and talkative during homeroom class.

You then had a hunch he was doing this to annoy you. You did had the impression that Urogi was a playful individual. So without a second thought you took a hold of the backpack and snatched it from underneath his head. With a thud his head hit the table and he jolted up in his seat.

"I'm awake!" He yelped, and then looked at his surroundings. He looks to his left, and then to his right. He sees you holding his backpack in your grasp and surprisingly he asks you in a soft voice, "I-I didn't sleep during the whole class again did I? Oh... that's so embarrassing." he covers his face with his hands.

You snicker at his confusion, and you revealed, "You didn't sleep through the whole class. You still have like three minutes before the class begins." You return to him back his backpack.

He takes the backpack and slides it in between his legs underneath the desk. "Oh... well I guess that is nice to hear." He sighs, and griped, "I just wish the school day would be over already. The fact that my first period class is this is absolutely dreadful."

You snort, "You and me both buddy."

There was something odd about Urogi. He was lacking that cheerful strong tone and instead had a somber soft voice. You didn't point it out though. You just assumed that maybe calculus was as much as his least favorite subject as it was yours. Then again calculus class couldn't possibly change a whole person's attitude right? ...Or could it?

You ignore the now sorrowful Urogi and go to focus on your attention on the class beginning. The teacher saw that you were a new student and asked that you introduce yourself to the class. To which you did, you stated your name and the previous school you had came from. Some people raised eyebrows when they heard you say you originated from Kimetsu Academy. Their rival school.

In calculus class, the teacher had given each student including you, a worksheet with formulas to answer. Once the teacher told you all that this worksheet would be timed and based on how many correct answers you got you had all started on it. The teacher did mention that a classmate could help a classmate.

You saw "Urogi" reaching into his backpack and take out a wooden pencil. You narrow your eyes at him and sneer, "You're such a liar." He turned his head to you with a bewildered expression and you continued, "I gave you a pencil during homeroom when you had one this whole time!"

He had a frown on his face as he answered you, "You did not... give me a pencil."

You curled your lips at the male and turned your attention to the worksheet that you needed to complete. He stared at you still confused. As far as Aizetsu knew, he never met you and didn't see you in his homeroom class at all. He looks down at the worksheet he was given; the formulas on the page was intimidating to him. He winced when he saw the numbers on the page slowly shift and jump around. He brought a hand up to his hair, and started pulling at his locks.

You could hear some grunting come from the man beside you. You gave him a side-eye while he was reading the piece of paper almost fearfully. His teeth were clenched, eyebrows furrowed, and a frown was on his lips. He looked pitiful compared to the charismatic man he was earlier.

While you weren't entirely good at calculus, you did recognize the formulas shown to you and could do them. You figured that Urogi struggled worse than you. A part of you wanted to just ignore him and let him suffer, however that sympathetic conscious you had seemed to overpower.

You sighed reluctantly as you scoot your desk closer to him and slam a hand on his paper. "Which one are you having problems with?" You questioned. Aizetsu glanced at you and you looked down at his paper. You emphasized, "You didn't even fill the first one out?"

He flinches, "Please don't yell at me," he then adds in a soft murmur, "I already get yelled at enough from Sekido."

You don't catch what he says rather you help him with his worksheet while at the same time completing yours. You only assisted him with the problems that you were familiar with and left him with the rest of the questions.

"Thank you..." he says softly to you, "For helping me with this. I have a learning disorder and things like this are hard for me."

You want to just pull him in for a hug and tell him it would be okay. To give him comfort. For him to reveal to you of his learning disability, you thought it was peculiar since you don't know him very well. However you chose to again ignore it. You suck your teeth and dismissively wave a hand to him. "No need to thank me. I just didn't want to see you struggle by yourself."

Aizetsu was surprised by your honesty and your kindness. It was normal for most people to reject helping him with calculus. The teacher would offer help the best they could however they couldn't just do it all of the time. Thus that left Aizetsu struggling with answering the equations all on his own. It was people like you who made him think that maybe there are nice people out there. You were admirable.

He lets a smile grow on his face, "Well you are rather kind."

You brush away the butterflies that you get in your stomach. He was admittedly cute the way he was acting with you now. You scoot your chair away from his desk to give him room. Soon enough the class ended, putting an end to both of your disdain for it. The bell rang signifying the conclusion, and you start to gather your things.

"E-Excuse me... I was wondering if maybe you'd... well... would you be interested in tutoring me with this?"

You look over your shoulder to see him standing there looking hopefully at you. Your eyes look him up and down, and Aizetsu felt as though you were going to ridicule him. He shifts his feet nervously, anticipating for you to reject his request. You surprise him again when you tell him yes.

"You will?" He asks.

You nod your head and respond, "I will give you my phone number so we can set up a time and place where we can do it." You take out a strip of paper from your backpack and write down your phone number along with your name to give to him.

Aizetsu delicately takes the paper away from you with a shy yet appreciative smile on his face. He goes to speak, but you interject, "That doesn't give you the right to bombard me with messages. Do you understand?" You point a finger at him.

He shake his head and stammers, "I-I won't do that to you. I promise."

You just grunt then walk away from him. He watches as you exit the classroom as he stands there holding onto the piece of paper written with your phone number on it. This was new for him. He had never achieved in getting a girl's phone number by himself before. He'd had to rely on Urogi or his older brothers for that. Aizetsu neatly folded the paper into a square and safely put it into the zipper pocket of his backpack.

As you were in the hallways of the building you read which class was up next for you. General chemistry. Nice another class that you definitely struggled in. Chemistry to you was similar to math. It involved numbers, letters, and most importantly you were dealing with elements. You roll your eyes, following the map to the classroom. The room was located on the third floor, so you had to walk up three flights of stairs just to get there. That was just strange. Who would keep a chemistry class on the top floor of a building? Didn't they know a thing about fires?

You cross through the threshold of the door into your second period class. As you take a seat at a vacant desk you see that there is a backpack with a leaf keychain sitting beside you. You hear the sound of a man laughing, and look at where it's originating from. You see him again. What the fuck? Does he have like every class with you or something? He's apparently laughing at something a girl is saying to him and for some reason this irks you.

You won't admit that you're jealous that "Urogi" is showing another girl attention. You refuse to. Your pride is way too high. Plus you've decided that he is no longer worth your time.

He says good bye to the girl at the classroom door before going over to the seat that is next to yours. Just great. You managed to sit beside him out of all people, and now you couldn't move because the other seats were being filled up. Looks like you'll have to endure his presence during this class. Hopefully this will be your last time seeing him for the day.

Karaku shakes hands with his male classmates, and winks at the female students. He knew he was a total flirt, but he didn't actively pursue a woman. In his belief, the right one would fall right into his lap when the time is right. That's why when girls would come up to him with love letters and confessions he would have to turn them down. He was popular among the women. Even the female teachers had somewhat of an attraction to him.

He was an handsome young man. He had long wavy black hair, tan skin, and a body that people described as being sculpted by the Greek gods. Plus he was the tallest out of all of his brothers. He stood at a towering 6"2' packed with beefy muscles. His smile was what brought out his looks since he had canines. Just recently he had gotten a tongue piercing to amplify his charm.

The young tan male took a seat next to you, not paying you attention and went out to take out his notebook for Chemistry class. This agitated you and you sneered, "You should give me back my pencil and my phone number you damn jerk."

Karaku thought you were talking to someone else and didn't respond to you. Although when you say, "Hey you asshole, I'm talking to you." he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes you can," you snapped, "I want my phone number and my pencil that I loaned you. If you're such a big hot shot around here then you don't need any part of my help with tutoring." You stuck out your open palm up hand expectantly.

He thought this was just a game to test him. He played along and leaned in close to your face, "What if I don't want to give it away? I think I earned the right to keep it."

You start to fume and you groan frustratedly into your backpack. He just chuckles at your reaction, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair. Karaku didn't know who you were, but there was something about your attitude that attracted him. You were feisty and he liked that. Most girls would throw themselves at him, but you didn't do that.

Albeit he was confused about why you were hassling him about a pencil and phone number. He never met you until now!

The chemistry teacher began teaching the class and showing you all how to add compounds. As you were listening to the lesson, Karaku nudged you with his elbow. He asks in a whisper, "You never told me your name stranger."

"You already know my name you idiot. We're in the same homeroom and first period!"

"No I don't. I don't even remember you."

Did this guy fall on his head or something? Was he dropped at birth? Also why in the hell did he keep changing clothes? Why was his voice changing was he going through puberty again?

For the second time, you guessed it was, that day you were flabbergasted. You knew that Urogi knew who you were, and he kept playing around with your mind like this. If you knew he was a pathological liar with apparently a short-term memory you would have avoided being interested in him. You wouldn't have loaned him your pencil and given him your phone number out of the kindness of your heart.

You snarl, "I want for you to remember this. If I ever see your face again, things for you are going to get nasty."

"Ooh~" He then remarks, "I never would have guessed a pretty thang like you would be into that." His eyes openly ogle at your figure. "Then again that skirt and those thigh-highs you're wearing tell me everything I need to know."

Your face heats up as you lean away from him. Following that you implore, "What do you mean by that?" your voice trembling just slightly.

Karaku has this sly toothy grin on his face. You could see the sharp teeth he had as well as the brief flicker of his tongue piercing. In a low smoky voice he answered, "Easy access."

Throughout the rest of the duration of class you focus your attention onto the lessons the teacher was showing you. You didn't say another word to the man that was sitting beside you. Even as he was unknowingly flicking out his tongue when he was fixated on writing notes into his book. You could smell his cologne and he smelled so good. He smelled like a roasted peach and honey. Your eyes glance at the prominent veins in his hands and arm. His fingers were long and nimble.

No you couldn't be finding him sexy. You were pissed at him!

Karaku takes a deep breath then releases it, his strong firm chest rising and falling in the fitted two tone henley shirt he wore. He slithers out his tongue and thoughtlessly wiggles it around. You were just so happened to be watching him, and he just so happened to see you from the corner of his eye. When your eyes met, you jolt and look away meanwhile he just smirked and scooted his chair closer to yours.

"Listen pretty girl, if you just want a chance with me all you have to do is ask. I will definitely make it worth your while." He places his hand on your knee, what a bold move on his part.

Though you don't buy into his act. Urogi can be a pathological liar with short-term memory loss and a damned flirtatious pervert all his life if he wanted to. You, on the other hand, was not going to be a victim to his charades.

You swat the hand that was on your knee with yours. You threatened him, "You touch me like that again, and I will suffocate you."

Karaku thought you set yourself up for what he had to say next because what you just said to him was an open door. For him to respond, "Suffocate me? Let's be honest babe, if you suffocate me with those thighs of yours, I think I'll die a happy man."

Abruptly, the teacher told you all to begin packing your things as the next bell was going to ring soon. You start to do just that. Anything to get away from Urogi and his advances. To refrain from seeing his handsome face and hearing his painfully deep sensual voice. You hop out of your chair at the same time the bell does go off. In a rush you dash out of the chemistry classroom and dart down the staircase to get to the second floor of the building. You were panting by the time you made it there. You reach into your bag to grab your schedule and your third class before your lunch break started was global history.

This was a class you could enjoy. As it talked about what you knew best which was in fact historical events from many countries. This would be your last class before your lunch break. You could do this. You read the map and luckily the classroom was located on the second floor. Great. You didn't have to be running a marathon up and down stairs.

You make your way to the classroom, you felt drained already and the day wasn't completely over yet. You begin to wonder if maybe Douma was as insufferable as Urogi. Sure, the senior student did make that backhanded comment earlier about your outfit. However, his personality was nothing in comparison to Urogi. Who, in fact, must have split personalities! Because how can someone go from being happy to sad to a flirty bastard? Also the nerve, the audacity he had to touch you on your knee like that during chemistry class! How rude.

Once again you remind yourself that this is just the third period before your lunch break. As you enter the classroom you greet the teacher that is sitting at the desk with a friendly nod and wave. You inform them that you were a new student to the school. They welcome you and ask if you were comfortable with introducing yourself when class begins. You agree to it, and then go to find yourself a seat. Unlike this time you take a seat in the center of the room rather than in a corner.

Like routine, the classroom fills up with students and you think to yourself that you won't be seeing Urogi again. You were wrong. After you had introduced yourself to the class, the teacher shortly announced there would be an assignment you all had to do in pairs. You watch as student after student found the other half to their assignment. Meanwhile you were left alone. Your eyes scan the classroom for anyone, and then you froze.

What the absolute fuck?

There he was again! He changed clothes again, and this time he didn't look to pleased to see you either. He had this scowl on his face when your eyes met his. Your mind was racing with thoughts as to why he could be so pissed off with you.

Was he angry that you rejected his advances? No, no one should look at a person as if they hated every fiber of their being like this. The way he was glaring at you seemed like he wanted to destroy you. Or was this another trick he wanted to play with you since you were after all the new student to this academy? You convince yourself that that must be it. Urogi was behaving like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, simply because you were just a new student. One minute he's a happy clam next he's a sheepish fool then he's a flirty perverted bastard, and now he was a bitter man. You come to the conclusion, that maybe it was tradition for new students to suffer pranks from him.

You weren't going to be sucker for his shenanigans.

You match the energy that "Urogi" was giving you now. Your face also changed from a look of fear to one of annoyance.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day?" He grumbled.

You shrug your shoulders walking over to the empty seat beside him and tossing your backpack onto the surface of the desk. "I don't know, Hantengu, are you going to keep following me around like a damn fly?"

Sekido didn't know how you knew of his surname, but then again he and his brothers were quite the popular guys at Infinity Academy. He suspected that you must be one of Urogi's or Karaku's little playthings. Though you had guts to call him out of his name as other students didn't do that to him. Let alone talk to him because of his callous and blunt personality.

"What the hell are you talking about woman?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't play dumb with me you jerk. First I give you a pencil when you already had one, then you keep my phone number, and you had the balls to feel on me during the last class we had together." You let out a scoff, "You're a real piece of work."

The male next to you grunted, "You're either on drugs or you lost your mind. I'm just going to assume you've lost your fucking mind, because who do you think you are talking to me like that?"

"Who do you think you are you psychopath!" You shout in a hushed tone.

Sekido growls, "I'm going to ignore you. This is just childish and pointless arguing with an imbecile like you. I'm better than that."

You now conclude that Douma was more tolerable than "Urogi" was.

The two of you sit in silence in the classroom, just working on the assignment that the teacher had given you. This was a stressful first day at a new school for you. You let out an exhausted sigh as you rub your temple, feeling a headache like no other swelling in your head. From the corner of his eye, Sekido noticed your pained expression and uncomfortable posture next to him. His eyes drift down to his backpack resting beside his feet and he remembers that he carries headache relievers whenever a migraine of his comes around. Even though you and him don't know each other, and most definitely got off on the wrong foot, Sekido's sympathetic heart couldn't bear to see you in discomfort.

You were startled when something was slammed down on the desk in front of you. A large veiny hand covering a small object before it moved away to reveal a white pill container. The brand on it was one you recognized as being used to relieve headaches. You turn your head to "Urogi" next to you, a look of shock on your face.

He curled his lips at you and folded his arms across his chest. "Take it or leave it." He grumbles.

You wanted to just sass him for speaking to you rudely, but then again you did have a headache and while he was being an asshole to you. He was generous enough to let you take a pill to get rid of your headache. So you did the smart choice of opening the pill bottle and poured two red tablets into your hand.

"Let me guess you don't even have anything to drink either?" Sekido asked you, and he grunts when you look at him with a sheepish smile. Coming to the rescue once more, he takes out a room-temperature bottle of water out of his backpack and not-so-delicately placed it on the table in front of you. "You're welcome." He said.

You took the pills along with the water and handed the pill container back to him. You were going to return the water bottle as well, but he immediately told you, "Are you dumb or something? I don't need that back! You keep it!"

"I didn't even touch it with my lips-"

"Doesn't matter. I gave it to you, so keep it." Sekido huffs.

You murmur a timid, "Okay," and take a sip of the water. Afterwards, Sekido seizes your worksheet and looks at it. You go to take it away from him, but he holds a hand out to your face pushing you away. His narrowed eyes reading over the questions you had completed. He growls as he squeezes the sheet of paper in his hand.

He hisses, "This... the answers you've written for these questions are wrong." He tosses the paper back in front of you and scoots his chair closer to yours. He points a finger at one of the odd numbered questions you answered. "It's 1918 when the Spanish flu devastated Japan, not 1819. And this, is not the correct emperor of Japan during the Taisho era. The emperor was Yoshihito Taisho. It's literally in the name, damn it."

As he was continuing to show you the correct answers, you sat there gawking at him and was admiring him. While you did have to admit "Urogi" was handsome, but with how close he was to you now you could see the small details he had on his face. Long thick eyelashes, pointed nose, bold eyebrows and a stronger chiseled jawline that flexed each moment he clenched his jaw. Not to forget he had gorgeous tan skin. You could smell a light hint of cinnamon emanating from him.

You were so lost in staring at him that you didn't see him stop lecturing you until he snapped his fingers in front of your face. "Huh?" you sounded.

Sekido frowns, "Did you not listen to a word I said? I corrected your work for you, woman."

Your eyes look down to the crumpled sheet of paper that was now covered in red corrective marks and then back to him. Shockingly, at least to Sekido, you kindly smile at him and say, "Thank you for your help."

He grunts, "I'm helping you out because I don't want to get a bad grade on this assignment."

"You know you don't have to make excuses and reasons to justify your actions. If you're doing a kind act out of the kindness of your heart, then an explanation isn't needed." You then add, "I guess I should say I'm sorry for acting mean towards you too today. I didn't mean to yell and insult you like that. I was irritated because you took away a pencil, my phone number, and flirted with me during our last few classes."

Sekido's eyebrows raised and he whispers, "Last few classes?"

You either ignore it or you don't hear it. Either way you continue, "So you can keep my phone number and my pencil if you really want it that badly. Though I think pink makes you look silly, Urogi." You giggle.

'Urogi?' He thinks.

The bell rings signifying the end of the third period class and your lunch break. You gather up your belongings and wave goodbye to "Urogi" before you exit the classroom. Sekido feels butterflies in his stomach as he watches you walk away. While you were in his eyes a hothead for arguing with him, he knew you had a soft side and now he believes that he has one too. He gathers his things and makes his way to the cafeteria.

On his way there he grouped up with his brothers in the hallway. Each of them looked to be in a good mood. Shockingly, Aizetsu was smiling as he walked with a perk in his steps. Sekido grunts as he lead the other three to the cafeteria.

"...You should have seen her Karaku, I think you really would have liked her. She had the prettiest sparkling eyes. Her body is a literal work of art. Like Leonardo Dicaprio made it himself." Urogi told his identical twin, his arms folded behind his head as they walked.

Aizetsu interjected, "I think you meant Leonardo Da Vinci, Urogi."

"Whatever 'Zetsu. Why do you look so happy anyways? You're usually in a more sour mood like Sekido." Urogi grins when he hears the eldest brother huff and sees distance himself from their group.

The blue-eyed quadruplet softly says, "Hm, well... I-I got a girl's p-phone number?"

"What?!" Karaku and Urogi both exclaim.

Karaku points a finger at Aizetsu, "You? You got a girl's phone number and without our help? How?!"

Urogi snickers, "I bet he probably paid to get her number."

"Y-You're wrong! She gave her number to me and I didn't even have to ask her."

Karaku awes, "No way..." he smirks proudly at his younger brother and folds his arms across his broad chest, "Well I'll be damned Aizetsu. Looks like you do have that dawg in you."

Urogi disagrees, "He don't have shit. I betya' he's lyin' and this is all in his scrambled head."

While the three of them bicker with each other, Sekido calmly piles food on his tray at the buffet bar. His brothers follow suit, but still carried on with their conversation.

"Was she in one of your classes Aizetsu?" asked Urogi while he took a bowl of beef curry onto his plate.

Aizetsu nods his head and hums, "Yes. She was in my first period class this morning. When she woke me up, she claimed that I stole her pencil during homeroom class, but I don't even remember seeing her in there." He places a scoop of rice on his tray.

Karaku implies with a grin, "You're always sleeping during your morning classes so I bet 10 out of 10 you were asleep."

"I only sleep during my first period class Karaku."

As the four of them were done getting their food, Urogi turned to Aizetsu and asked, "If she's right here in this cafeteria point her out."

The second youngest of the brothers looked out into the crowd of people in the cafeteria. Aizetsu's eyes searched for you in the midst of the room. His lengthy time it was taking to find you made his brothers suspicious of his claim.

"Aizetsu," Sekido growls, "If you think this is funny-"

"There! There she is! That's her!" Aizetsu shouted excitedly, and he pointed his finger in your direction.

The brothers all look to where he's pointing and yes. It was you. The girl from Urogi's homeroom class. The girl from Karaku's chemistry class. The girl from Sekido's global history class. It was you. A girl that gave their pathetic brother Aizetsu their number.

"Her?" Urogi exclaims.

"Her?" Karaku questions.

"Her." Aizetsu sighs.

None of the brothers, beside from Sekido, could have figured out what was going on. The eldest of the quadruplets knew. Now he understoof why you yelled at him during global history class. You were in Urogi's homeroom when you gave him a pencil, saw Aizetsu in your first period when you gave him your phone number, then met Karaku in second when he was flirting with you, and lastly you met him and you assumed Sekido was all three men combined. You most likely didn't come to the fact that they were all quadruplets. This all made sense to Sekido now, why you called him Urogi before you departed earlier.

This was going to be great because not only did his younger brothers have a crush on you, so did he! He just didn't want to admit it. Sekido scoffs and turns his head away from your direction. His brother, Aizetsu, carries his tray with him while he shuffles to your empty table. His three brothers following closely behind him.

Aizetsu greets you, "H-Hi Y/N."

You look up from scrolling on your phone and to Aizetsu standing there not noticing the other men behind him. "Oh it's you again... and you changed back to your first period's clothes."

He frowns at your words, "I've been wearing this all day."

That's when you say with a snide, "Uhh...no you have not? Each class we were in you would change your clothes and act like a totally different person."

That's when the other brothers emerged from behind Aizetsu and they were looking at you pointedly. You finally notice them and your heart pounds when you see that every "Urogi" from your classes was its own person. There's "Urogi" from homeroom, the "Urogi" from chemistry, and the "Urogi" from global history. You stand up from your seat and pointed a shaky finger at all four of them. You could feel your heart drop into your stomach.

"W-What... so there's four of you Urogi?"

The real Urogi shrugged his shoulders and wiggles his hand while saying, "Eh... yes and no. Yes because they are all my older brothers and we're quadruplets. No, because they're all nothin' compared to the original." He grins.

Karaku adds, "And our names are all not Urogi. I'm Karaku." He delicately takes a hold of your hand placing a gentle kiss on the top of it. A sly smile on his lips, "It's nice to meet you."

The blue-eyed sibling introduced himself, "I'm Aizetsu,"

Then Sekido grunted, "Sekido."

You break out into a nervous fit of laughter as you stood there with your hand still in Karaku's hold. You blurted, "Ahaha! You've got to be joking! I don't want to believe it, but it's right here in front of me. S-So you're all brothers?!"

Karaku chuckles, "You got that right babe!"

Suddenly you could feel yourself getting weak and your skin becoming clammy. Sekido sensed it first because he told Karaku, since he was still holding your hand, to catch you before you fell. You did. You fell right into Karaku's arms, unconscious after the reveal of Urogi just being a quadruplet. The brothers, mainly Aizetsu and Urogi, fret over what to do with you. Sekido ordered them all to go to the nurse's office with you being carried in Karaku's arms. Urogi was jealous that he got to do it and not him.

He was also irritated that he found out, while you were unconscious, all of his brothers had an interest in you. All of them, including Sekido, which was strange to Urogi because he thought Sekido was virtually unsociable. It just wasn't fair, it wasn't right. He had met you first, and he had first dibs on you. Had they ever heard of the bro code? Apparently not.

"Oh I feel terrible that she's like this because of us. Do you think she's ever going to wake up? Poor thing." Aizetsu was worried for your wellbeing as he stood the closest to the cot you laid in and stroking your hair.

Urogi clenches his fist at Aizetsu and snarls, "You get your hand off of her! Don't touch her like that! She's mine!"

As soon as he heard that, Karaku objected, "Sorry to burst your bubble Urogi and 'Zetsu, but she's mine." He then adds, "She would want to be with a real man, not with a little kid."

"We're the same age you idiot!" Urogi yells at him.

"Didn't Sekido mention that she said you were inappropriately touching on her during class?" Aizetsu recalls and then he continues, "I think she is deserving of someone who will be gentle with her rather than an inconsiderate pervert." He side-eyes his older brother.

"Why you-"

Sekido interrupts Karaku by hitting him with a backpack. Then he repeats the action to Urogi and Aizetsu. Aizetsu whines in protest since he didn't actually get hostile like the other two. Sekido growls at for them to shut up and pointed out that you were waking up on the bed. They all turned their attention to your figure, stirring on the bed and your eyelids fluttering. You opened your eyes to see the four of them surrounding you on the bed.

You let out a sigh and cover your eyes with your arm. You lament, "How long was I out?"

"Ten minutes." Sekido answered you.

"...So you're all quadruplets?" You changed the topic and go to sit up, but Aizetsu told you to just take it easy. Your eyes look at each one of them for the first time and see that they did had their differences. You see that Aizetsu had blue eyes, Karaku's eyes were like a green color, Urogi's eyes were hazel almost golden, and Sekido had a red undertone in his dark eyes. Urogi and Karaku looked the most similar so you assume they were identical twins.

Karaku responds to your question, "Yeah we're quadruplets, but me and Urogi here are identical twins. The rest of us are fraternal."

You nod your head then sit up on the bed again. You feel slightly better than before. "So..." You heard Urogi say, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Just as they were going to chastise him, you promptly replied with a happy smile, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend!"

"What?!" The quadruplets exclaim.

"He goes to Kimetsu Academy, though, he doesn't go to this school of course. I plan on seeing him after my day is over." You explain to them while getting out of the bed and grabbing your backpack. "You can keep my number, Aizetsu, if you ever need help with calculus."

The brothers are appalled to find out that you had a boyfriend. This whole time you were a taken woman. They watch you leave and then decide to go about their day. It was hurtful for them to have to respect your relationship despite being so enamored with you. It was also even more painful when they discovered that afternoon your boyfriend was none other than Kyojuro Rengoku.

What a pity.

notes: this is finally finished! omg this took me forever to do. i thought i was going to have to deny this request but i think it came out pretty good! and do you guys like the new layout for the hantengu quad squad series? lol made by yours truly. leave feedback and reblog please lovelies!

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Sorry for sending so many asks but the miscommunication darling is a gold mine

Imagine the darling doing this whens douma and akaza are fighting.

https://youtube.com/shorts/qF5oUCPl4kI?feature=share

No please don't apologize, I love getting asks about that story! (I didn't expect it to blow up)

But darling totally would! And in her own language wich makes it 100 times funnier, because Akaza and Douma would think she's saying things like: Douma this isn't you🥺Akaza look at me🥺

They think darling is trying to break the fight up because she loves them. Lol they thought.

Darling is just being an ass.