#gyutaro is extremely uncomfortable in his skin

[senanatheskenana]

How They Look at You

Tanjirou looks at you like you are the night sky, wonder and admiration emanating from his eyes. He can hardly look away from your beauty, but it blinds him.

"You... Are the most beautiful person i have ever met, or will meet"

Rengoku looks you in the eye with adoration so strong it looks like his eyes are burning. He could look at you forever without blinking, without getting bored.

"Please, let me look at you a little longer"

Giyuu can hardly look you in the eye without getting shy. Each time your eyes meet, his face erupts in pink and the need to avert his eyes is undeniable. Still, he stares out of the corner of his eye, hoping you wont see him this time.

"I-I wasn't staring, don't look at me like that"

Inosuke doesnt try to hide his stares. He stands in front of you, forehead against your ownm eyes boring into your soul. It feels like hes watching your movements with how closely he stares. Its almost as unnerving as it is endearing.

"Zuitsu told me that staring into someone's eyes will make them fall in love with me! So keep looking!"

Akaza gazes at you with respect and reverence, as though you were a holy grail. He doesn't dare touch you, fearing that he may taint you. You are unattainable, and so he must watch from afar and yearn for you.

"Please dont come any closer, i can't trust myself to not ruin you"

Gyutaro feels unworthy to even look in your direction- you are so beautiful, so ethereal. Surely he does not deserve to be close enough to see you when he is so wretched. Yet, when you watch him, he feels as though he was chosen by some god. Surely he does not deserve your time, or to even see your heavenly form upon the same ground he walks. So against his longing body, he forces himself to recoil from your waiting form like how he shrinks away from the sun.

"Please don't look at me, i'm hideous. I'm sorry for taking up your space, i have made it unclean"

[depravitycentral]

Demon Slayer Dick Headcannons ft. the Demons

TW: yandere, mentions of non-con, kidnapping, excessive talk about balls and cum, breeding, cumplay, MDNI

Featuring: Muzan Kibutsuji, Kokushibou, Douma, Akaza, Gyutaro

The first thing you’ll notice when you first see him nude is how perfectly and pristinely groomed he is. There’s not a hair out of place; his skin is perfectly smooth along his navel, happy trail meticulously waxed on a regular basis to keep himself clean and presentable. (Presentable for you, of course, though he’d never admit it, because although you don’t really have the option of rejecting him, it still makes him feel better to know that he looks as good as possible.) He’s even anal about shaving his balls, too – making sure that everything is as perfect as possible. His navel and v-line are absolutely drool-worthy; muscle sharp enough to be defined under your fingertip when you touch him, lines seeming to point directly towards the pale, slender cock hanging between them. He’s thoroughly average in size – a solid five or so inches with moderate girth, his tip rather bulbous and a rich, flush pink color. He has a tendency to produce a lot of precum, beads practically oozing out as he watches you with those sharp, intense eyes. The only sign you’ll get that he’s even remotely aroused by you is just how painfully swollen his tip becomes, just how wet and sticky his slacks become as he watches you touch yourself, thighs squirming and your face feeling warm because he’s just staring, not even bothering to touch himself.

He's not very physically sensitive, but Muzan becomes extremely engrossed into whatever scenario or dynamic he’s forced you into during sex. He’s always in charge, of course, the dominant figure, but he finds himself becoming monumentally more sensitive and effected by your touch when you’re in physically submissive positions; on your knees while he stands before you, all your clothing stripped off to reveal your bare form while he’s only unzipped his slacks and his cock’s pulled out, a hand already buried into your hair as he forces you to lick and drool along his length. When you’re on your knees with your ass poised in the air, face pressed against the mattress as he smacks at you, watching your cheeks bounce with ever harsh thrust as he degrades you and calls you just a toy to fuck. There’s something about being able to see his cock physically entering you and seeing the way you react to it that makes him hurtle closer to his orgasm, the pleasure making his head spin a bit and his composure wane ever so slightly, enough so that if you were to listen hard, you’d hear him very, very quietly mutter your name in pleasure. It takes him a moderate amount of time to reach his orgasm, though he prefers to prolong the experience for as long as possible and will intentionally edge himself so that he can keep watching you slobber on his cock, so that he can keep fucking into you, so that he can keep feeling you you you. His cum is runny and an off-white, creamy color. He doesn’t produce a huge amount, but it’s always hot, the heat feeling uncomfortable on your skin. (And reminding you that he’s not human, because what human could produce cum that warm?) He’s not especially vocal when he’s orgasming, but you’ll notice that he always lets out a signature grunt right as he lets go, his teeth bared and his eyes fluttering shut, hips bucking seemingly without his control as he pushes himself into you deeper, harder, further.

His favorite way for you to touch his cock is when you’re worshipping it. His ego absolutely must be stroked during sex – he wants you to recognize that you’re inferior to him, and having you praise him and give him such lewd attention gets his head and cock swelling. He likes when you get particularly depraved with the worship – the more dehumanizing, the better. He wants you to rub his tip along the outline of your lips as you kneel for him, his fist tucked under his chin as he sits back in the leather chair, watching you with eyes like a hawk as you try to please him. He wants you to kiss the tip, then drag it along your cheekbones. Nudge it with your nose, let your tongue loll out and lick at him, even trace down your jugular and around a nipple. He wants his precum smeared absolutely everywhere on your body, and he wants you to thank him for it, your voice airy and light, admiring and loving. He wants you to kitten lick him and suckle at his tip, big doe eyes flicking up to meet his gaze and immediately averting it, bashfulness written across your face that makes Muzan’s lip curl up and his hips twitch. He wants you to stay still and play with your clit while he grasps himself right at the base, smacking his shaft against your cheek and sneering down at you, going on about how you’re really just a little whore, aren’t you? You enjoy being treated like dirt, don’t you? He wants you to drool on him as you take him down your throat, sucking hard enough to hollow your cheeks and moaning around him, the vibrations making his eyes flutter closed. He wants you to lick and suck at his balls, telling him how good he tastes, thanking him over and over for letting you touch him. He wants you to show him that you know your place – and when he makes you close your eyes and open your mouth wide while he fists his cock and holds your head in place, you’d better tell him thank you, sir as rope after rope of hot, runny cum splatter onto your face. Maybe then he’ll consider fucking you – only if you’ve behaved.

Kokushibou’s cock is long, with hardly any veins decorating the length. When he’s hard it curves ever so slightly upwards, allowing him the perfect angle to brush against the spongy spot that makes you scream when he’s got you pinned underneath him. He’s on the skinnier side, your fingers very comfortably wrapping around his girth, but what he lacks in width he makes up for with just how deeply he can reach inside of you. It’s nearly painful, really, because when he presses in as far as your cunt will let him, tears sting at your eyes and you’re gasping because it feels like he’s splitting you in two, the pressure too much and  the feeling of being full nearly overwhelming. His balls droop a bit, looking heavy to the touch and a much deeper red color than the rest of him, always drawing your attention. The color is so rich that in certain lights, namely moonlight, they almost look purple. When he’s hard, they’ll oftentimes throb and pulse, particularly when his patience begins running out and the desperation to fuck you becomes too strong to ignore. And even when he’s fucking you, if you pay attention you’ll feel the way they sporadically clench against you, his balls indicating exactly what he’s feeling and how close to his orgasm he is. His cock is genuinely hard – there’s hardly any give when you squeeze at it, feeling so solid and firm that when he slaps it lightly against your clit before he pushes inside it nearly hurts. And once it’s inside, it bullies its way past your walls, muscles being parted and molded to his shape because he views your cunt as his. (Just as he views his own cock as partially yours, as well.)

Kokushibou is moderately sensitive, though he’s particularly weak to the feeling of your walls. He enjoys the sensation of your hand, mouth, breasts, thighs, and everything else you offer to him, but he’ll always preference your pussy over anything else. It’s partially based in traditional ideas about what sex is for and a weakness for seeing the way you respond to his cock. He loves the way you go dumb the moment he starts thrusting into you – your mouth parts into a permanent gasp, fingers grasping at the sheets underneath you, back arching up off the ground and your nipples perking into hard little buds that he can’t help but stare at. It doesn’t take him too terribly long to orgasm, and the moment you start clenching down on him with any sort of regularity, you’ll notice the way his thrusts start to get sloppy and uncoordinated, the rhythm faltering and his hair covering his upper eyes as he tries to regain his composure, unable to let the moment end quite yet. You’ll always be able to tell when he’s orgasming because his hips momentarily freeze up and a very small, slight shiver wracks his whole body before he’s letting rope after rope spurt from his tip. He prefers to finish inside you, but on the rare occasion when you’re using your hands on him, you’ll see the way his cum shoots out in perfect little arches, landing in puddles against your chest or fist and drying fairly quickly. His cum is oddly fragrant – it doesn’t smell good or bad necessarily, but the scent is extremely masculine and you’ll quickly learn to associate it with him. (This is the primary way you learn that he’s grown a penchant for humping at your sleeping pillow, the same familiar scent imbued into the fabric that you lay your head on each night.) His refraction period is rather long, so it’s unlikely you’ll get more than a single round out of him on any given sexual encounter, but after a long while of being stuck by his side, you’ll learn that if you request it of him, he’ll gladly bring you to your high a few times over with his fingers and mouth even after he’s finished himself. He won’t explicitly offer it for fear of both rejection and his own pride, but you’ll notice the way his semi-flaccid, rather pathetic looking cock twitches at your request, an obvious sign that he very much wants to please you.

His more traditional views of sex and intimacy are showcased in the way that he prefers to fuck you in simple missionary style. He likes the simplicity of the position, and the way you feel in his position makes him quietly grunt under his breath and throw one of your legs up over his shoulder. The new angle makes your walls feel incredibly tight, the sensation making his fingertips grip onto your thighs just a hair too tight, leaving finger shaped bruises behind. He’ll pin you down, spitting onto his hand and giving himself a few good pumps, before lining himself and pushing inside slowly, all six eyes intently watching your face and seeing the way your eyes roll to the back of your head. Kokushibou, despite coming off as rather cold and indifferent in most aspects of your relationship, is actually extremely in touch and sensitive to your perception of him – he wants you to like him, maybe even love him, and to see the way you respond so quickly and easily to his cock makes him giddy with pride. The way you clench down on him spurs him to fuck into you with fuller, deeper strokes, the constant stimulation against his sensitive skin making his fight back the orgasm that’s steadily building in his navel. Sometimes he’ll even throw both of your legs over his shoulders, your cunt feeling even more tight with the new angle, loving the way you gasp and claw at him, his name a mantra on your lips as his thrusts get a little more animalistic. Having you underneath him like that helps quell his possessiveness – the knowledge that no one else will ever get to touch you like this brings him hurtling towards his orgasm, and although it’s very slight, as the first few ropes of cum flood into your cunt, you’ll be able to hear him lowly growl an almost unintelligible mine under his breath.

He’s solidly average in nearly every way – average length with an average girth, just a truly utilitarian cock. It’s mostly pale, with the tip being a softer pink color that grows darker by the second when he’s hard. What makes him thoroughly not average, however, is that his length is almost always extremely cold to the touch. The skin is always cool, not quite feeling like ice but certainly unnatural against your fingertips. It’s an odd sensation – when he’s fucking you, the shivers that run up and down your spine aren’t just from the way he’s expertly rolling his hips and managing to hammer into that one spot that makes you see stars. Rather, it’s the temperature difference, how the sensation of something so hard and cold inside of you gets your toes curling and the softest gasp slipping off your tongue because it all just feels so very strange. But Douma absolutely loves the way it catches you so off guard, knowing that even if you’ve slept with men before him (a thought that makes something ugly stir in his gut), surely no one else had made you feel quite like this. He’s not the best with matinence, preferring to occasionally trim when he has the time, but he doesn’t expect you to be hairless either. He likes the buildup of hair, actually, because Douma loves to see the way your combined slick and cum settles against the hair, clumping it together and leaving a mark of the two of you together. (Often times, he’ll delay showering or cleaning himself after sleeping with you simply so that he can keep the scent of you on him with easy access. He’ll dip a finger down and swipe it through his pubic hair, bringing the finger up to smell and letting his eyes close and a rather boyish smile settle onto his lips, other palm already cupping at and rubbing the bulge forming in his pants.)

Douma isn’t sensitive. Once his obsession with you develops, he stops sleeping with other cult-followers, but the damage is already done. He’s slept with dozens of human women and men, and as a result his body has grown used to constant stimulation and pleasure by many different hands. It takes a long while for him to orgasm, the combination of his stamina and experience combining together to make your job much more difficult when Douma simply orders you to get him off. The one thing that consistently helps bring him closer to the edge, however, is when you use a significant amount of pressure against his cock. When you’re pumping your fist up and down his length, squeeze just a bit tighter than what seems correct and he’ll hiss, those eyes of his shining as he tells you to keep going, his hips bucking and thrusting up in time. When you’ve got him against your tongue, suck as hard as you can while you run the tip of your tongue along the underside of the shaft and you’ll feel his whole body sag in pleasure, the small little giggle-lick sigh he lets out letting you know that your actions have effected him. And when he’s fucking you, clench down on him sporadically and you’ll notice the way his cool, unbothered tone and expression grow just a hair darker, his voice getting a bit gruffer and his eyebrows drawing tight as he fucks into you meanly, like he’s got something to prove. It’ll still take him a long while to get off, but once he finally reaches his high, you’ll be rewarded with a very copious amount of thick, glue-like cum that will plug you so full that you’ll be leaking it around his length. It’s oddly sweet, the consistency smooth against your tongue. This is particularly lucky because Douma absolutely loves to finish on your face, loving the way you look all tainted and ruined and pathetic with his cum smeared across your cheeks and lips, clumped up in your eyelashes, even staining your hair. Cute.

His favorite way for you to touch his cock is when you simply open your mouth as wide as you can go and let him use you. Fucking you face is one of his favorite past times – there’s something about the power trip that drives Douma wild, the visual of you on your knees for him while his nails dig against your scalp and he physically moves your head up and down his length like you’re some kind of human fleshlight gets blood rushing straight between his legs. He can be rather unassuming in bed at times, but Douma absolutely hates to give up control, and having you so willingly let him do as he pleases with your mouth makes him giddy over both the sensation of your tongue and throat against his skin but also at your complete and utter submission to him. He likes watching the way your lips pucker around his girth, the way his cock disappears and reappears as he keeps up the motions. He likes the sight of your spit against his skin, reflecting the candlelight as he thrusts his hips forward to meet the motions of your head. He likes when you gag, the way your throat closes up making him moan lowly and only push deeper, wanting to hear more of the choking sound you let out. He likes knowing that he has an effect on you, enjoying the way your body responds to him. He likes how you desperately try to control yourself, to stop yourself from choking and pulling back, watching you fight your instincts because you don’t want to displease him. It strokes his ego and has his cock swelling inside your throat, and when he finally, finally reaches his orgasm, he’ll pull back without warning, your lips releasing his tip with a wet, lewd pop noise. He'll smack his tip against your cheeks a few times, eyes fluttering closed as his fist pumps up and down his fist so quickly that it’s a blur, until suddenly you feel slightly cold cum spraying across your face, Douma’s airy moans and laughter ringing in your ears as he strokes and strokes and strokes so that every last drop lands on your pretty, human face. Afterwards, as you’re still on your knees and he’s standing before you, he’ll tell you to kiss it, dear, insisting you press your lips against his tip in one final thank-you for giving you his cum, a commodity you should be truly grateful for.

He’s a solid five inches with moderate girth. The base is thicker, tapering down near the tip but still significant enough to feel when he slips inside of you. The thick, bold lines decorating his body continue down between his legs, with a single line running the length of his cock on either side. A single vein follows each line, sensitive to the touch and making Akaza grunt when you run your tongue along them. It’s pale, and even his tip is rather pale – the softest, baby pink that only grows to a darker red color right on the brink of his orgasm. He keeps himself neatly trimmed, the pink hairs standing out against pale skin and dark lines, tickling your nose when he’s pushing himself down your throat. His balls are low-set, nearly swinging with every step he takes, and though not terribly sensitive, Akaza loves when you pay attention to them and squeeze them a bit harshly. It takes a bit to arouse him, and you can actually watch and feel in real time as he grows hard, the process a bit slow but entertaining to watch because it’s like you can see him start to grow restless, his entire body starting to grow flushed and hot because he needs you. He’s already clingy and constantly trying to be in your space, but once he’s turned on and aroused this only increases, his hands in constant motion as he touches every spot he can reach, groping and squeezing and kneading because wants every part of you in his palm.

He's not terribly sensitive, taking a while to reach his high. His orgasms are long, though, lasting easily twenty or more seconds – once the pleasure peaks, his jaw drops and his lips part, eyes squeezed shut and his eyebrows scrunched together as he gasps each breath. He loses control of his hips in the moment, fucking into your cunt, ass, mouth, or wherever else like a madman, too lost in his pleasure to register your gags or pleas for him to slow down. And for the entirety of his orgasm, cum drools from his tip – it’s a constant flow, thick pearls forming and landing in big, fat splats against your skin or inside you. If given the preference, Akaza always picks finishing inside of you – he knows he can’t actually get you pregnant, but the prospect of breeding you is attractive nonetheless, and so he’ll try to finish every time plugging you up, letting out that half-gasp half-moan as he rides out his high. He’s so insistent on finishing inside that when you’re using your mouth or hand on him, he’ll pull away at the last moment, hands moving faster than you can keep up with as he pins you down, spreading your legs and nudging his tip into you, letting out a shuddering groan as he lets go just in time, cum flooding your cunt while you stare in shock at just how quickly he’d manhandled you. It’s a preference, sure, but with the way he start muttering under his breath ‘m gonna come inside, let me come inside, need to come inside over and over, it feels more like some sort of carnal need rather than a mere enjoyment.

Akaza’s favorite way for you to touch his cock is when he’s got you folded in half, pretty body bent into the tightest mating press you’ve ever experienced. He likes the intimacy of the position; he can press every inch of his body against yours, making sure that he’s the only thing you can feel, see, hear, and taste.  And god, the way your cunt feels makes him lose his fucking mind. You’re so tight like this – the angle making your walls clamp down on him even harder than normal, his tip brushing against that sensitive spot inside you again and again, the way your walls clench onto him like a vice only serving to push his hips faster, his thrusts getting harder and more animalistic. He likes that he can get as deep as possible in this position – he can press in so tightly that his balls are flush with the curve of your ass, every inch of himself buried inside of you, the feeling of your warmth and wetness surrounding him and making him grit his teeth in pleasure. He has a penchant for watching himself in this position – watching the way his cock appears and disappears inside of you, the ring of white sitting at the base making his balls clench. Seeing the way your cunt stretches for him makes him giddy, the sense of possessiveness he feels over you only growing with each thrust. He just likes the way you feel in this position – and how incredibly responsive you are when he finds that perfect angle, feeling you clench down and beg for him, almost as if you love him.

It’s just the slightest bit crooked, like it somehow got broken and didn’t quite heal right. It’s something that Gyutaro is initially embarrassed about, worried that you’ll think it’s strange or unappealing or – worst of all – painful, but he’ relieved to find out that it actually managed to fit inside of you perfectly, snugly rubbing against the sensitive parts of your cunt that leave you gasping his name and begging for more. The same spotted birthmarks decorate the length, sitting so prettily against his tan skin. The spots are more sensitive than the skin around them, and if you run a finger along them he’ll shiver a bit, teeth gnawing together as he stops himself from whining out again, please please please! It’s long, too – long enough to smack against his thigh a bit as he walks, the length sizable even when he’s completely flaccid. His tip is a dark, deep red-pink color, always swelling up to the size of a walnut, the skin wrinkled and sensitive and absolutely dripping in pre-cum. He produces enough that the inside of his pants have countless stains, wet splotches and patches always appearing on them every time he sees you and watches you go about your business. He’s not particularly good at keeping himself groomed, finding that the hair grows back much too quickly and unruly for shaving to be of any use, and although he’s self-concious about it at first, he eventually grows to not mind showing you his naked pelvis. The hair is dark and curly, and because there’s so much of it, the bottom half of his shaft and flushed tip are the only visible parts of him underneath the hair. His balls are extremely sensitive – any pressure or the slightest touch makes something akin to a whine fall from his lips, his hips immediately and uncontrollably jerking forward, his cock visibly throbbing in response because god, he needs to touch you so badly and won’t you just please let him fuck you? He promises he’ll be good, he’ll make you feel so good he promises he promises he promises…

He's almost comically sensitive. Having had no experience in his human years, Gyutaro finds himself painfully effected every time your fingertips brush against his skin. Even outside of his cock, he’s able to get shivers and grow aroused just from you touching his hands, brushing past his side, even feeling your breath against his cheek as you kiss him. He gets hard embaressingly easily, and he absolutely cannot hide it. The obvious tent in his pants is already difficult enough to conceal, but the way his entire body flushes red and he starts panting like some sort of dog makes it obvious what’s going on. And once you’ve got him nude before you, that sensitivity doesn’t go away – he’s shuddering the first time you wrap your fist around him, licking at his lips in nerves and excitement because god you feel better than his own bony hand. He’s like putty in your hands every time you touch his cock, really – he gets hazy, like a fog’s lifted over his brain, and all he can do is mindlessly reach out and grope you, to fuck into you and kiss and lick at you like a man possessed. Consequently, he doesn’t last very long – his orgasms are quick, and he has very little warning before they’re suddenly upon them. He has the decency to warn you, at least, a slurred and rushed ‘m c-coming falling past his lips as his eyes go wide, your name like a mantra as he shakes and spasms. He’s loud when he’s orgasming, nearly incoherent as the pleasure overwhelms him, but you’ll always be able to make out the vague sound of your name and what sounds like ‘thank you’. His cum is thin, almost watery, making it an absolute nightmare to clean up because it gets everywhere. Luckily, Gyutaro has a penchant for coming inside of you and down your throat -  although the taste is rather bitter and makes you gag. But every time he pulls out and sees the white ooze out of your pretty, clenching hole, he can only gulp, already growing hard again and practically begging you to give him another round.

His favorite way for you to touch him is simply letting you grind on him. He knows he’s the one in control in your relationship, but there’s something so freeing and wonderful about giving up his power, about letting you take care of him and treat him so gently and sweetly that makes his heart race. He likes when he’s laying flat on his back, eyes staring transfixed up at you straddling his lap. He likes the way you look on top of him, the feeling of your thighs caging around his hips, and the pressure of your weight against his cock makes him gulp. He likes when you move in slow, sensual circles, the sway of your hips and the warmth of your cunt seeping through the thin layer of your panties against his cock. He likes when you keep a consistent rhythm, letting the pleasure build up and up, only for you to suddenly switch to grinding back and forth right as he’s on the edge, the change making him groan and arch his back ever so slightly. He likes giving you control, and the way you’re able to dictate the pressure against his cock keeps him guessing and keeps his pleasure ebbing and flowing – keeping him from orgasming much too quickly. He particularly likes when you’re grinding against him while he’s fully nude and you only have a measly pair of panties on – something about the skimpiness and the slight taboo gets him hot under the collar, balls clenching and unclenching against your ass as he watches the way the mix of his pre-cum and your slick wets the fabric of the panties. He just likes the intimacy of the moment, and if you were to reach down and play with his tip as you hips move and scoop? Well, you won’t be mad if he soils the pretty fabric of your panties, right? Don’t worry about washing them – he’ll keep them, and take care of it for you. Just give him a few days.

[gyusimp]

°•Gyusimp x Mrs. Shabana Collab•° Part 1 (temporarily untitled)

Modern AU,Contains harassment/obsession themes, inappropriate language.

He had gotten rid of that jerk, his stupid face tormented him but he was glad to know that he would never see him again, that's why he felt nauseous and felt how his intestines churning when he saw him sitting at one of the desks in the classroom. Of all the faculties, of all the universities, why was he was here? Gyutaro was extremely disgusted to see that idiot with fuchsia eyes and varnished nails. Just seeing him or hearing his voice made him want to rip with all his force the skin under his hooddie until his anxiety stopped. Tengen was the worst and made sure that Gyutaro had some awkward moments when they went to the same high school, the white-haired one didn't mind meeting him again, he always considered him a zero so his presence didn't mean anything to him.

The blue-eyed boy just ignored him and took a seat at the back of the classroom, his gaze fixed on the floor and hoping he wouldn't be noticed by anyone. Meanwhile, people began to fill the classroom, filling the silence with laughter and conversations on trivial or pointless topics, which irritated Gyutaro a little. He put his hand inside his backpack that was on the floor and pulled out a black cable to start untangling the knot that had formed, he put on his earphones after connecting them to his cell phone and listened to some music at full volume waiting for the class to start.

The course professor entered the classroom greeting all the young people and introducing himself by writing his name on the board so that his students would remember him. After, he said the most feared words by all the students. "Let's make a dynamic" spoke the man trying to encourage the group. "Everyone will stand up and say their full name and age, so we can get to know each other better." Gyutaro damned under his breath upon hearing this so he nervously waited for his turn, he was annoyed but he took a seat in the back so he would be one of the last to speak. All the students present followed the teacher's instructions.

"Hello, I'm Mitsuri Kanroji"

"I'm Giyu Tomioka"

"I am Kyojuro Rengoku!"

And so on until it was Tengen's turn. The young man stood up introducing himself and saying a few other things to make his classmates laugh and flirting a bit with the girls. When he finished, he sat down again and a group close to him applauded and cheered him on. "It was the first day and this son of a bitch already had so many friends?" Gyutaro thought irritably.

Other classmates introduced themselves and it was Gyutaro's turn to do the same. With a bad attitude and some laziness he stood up while all eyes were focused on him making him feel very uncomfortable. "I...I'm Gyu-" His introduction had been interrupted by someone else. "G-good morning, excuse me, is this the classroom A15?" A female voice at the door asked making everyone look at her, ignoring Gyutaro, which he appreciated. "Good morning miss. Yes, it is" replied the teacher noticing the expression of relief on the girl's face. The girl entered and looked around looking for a place to sit. "You can take a seat at the back, next to the tall guy standing" the teacher indicated to the girl since most of the seats at the back of the class were empty. Everyone had avoided sitting around Gyutaro but he was so used to people rejecting him that he hadn't even noticed.

"Since you're up, could you introduce yourself to the rest of the class? Say your name and age, please, Miss" the teacher said.

The girl saw her classmates, everyone was staring at her and being the center of attention made her feel nervous. Gyutaro was ignored by everyone, no one noticed this, only him so he slowly sat down again. The girl said her full name and her age adding a short but kind greeting where she expressed that she was delighted to meet them and hoped that they would be good friends. All the people gave her a smile and continued with the presentations of the other students on the right side of the girl, it was the first day of classes and she observed how some people were already interacting with each other, she's not very sociable but this year she was willing to be more friendly so she wouldn't be "the rejected" one like she was sometimes at school. She was willing to change in a positive way and saw the opportunity to do it with the boy sitting next to her.

She kindly touched his arm to catch his attention. The boy looked at her with contempt vibes in his stare, his ice-cold blue eyes made her feel small next to him and somewhat intimidated, she felt as if she couldn't move. The girl swallowed hard and smiled softly before speaking. "I couldn't hear your introduction earlier, so, what's your name?

He wasn't in the mood to talk. He took his earphones back and put them on without even looking at her. "I'm Gyutaro". After saying his name, he pulled up the hood of his oversized hoodie and leaned back on the desk, hiding his face in his arms. It seemed rude to you but you didn't pay attention to it, this Gyutaro seemed like the type of person with whom you should keep your distance so you didn't allow this rudeness to affect you. There were many other people in the classroom and surely one of them could be your friend.

Classes continued until it was time for recess. You took your bag and left the classroom to go to the cafe area and buy something to eat. All tables were occupied, students from different classrooms went out at the same time for lunch so your only option was to eat somewhere else on campus. You walked around the place and so you had the opportunity to know it better, you found a small garden with a couple of empty benches so you took a seat, you were still alone and here far from the rest so you just hoped not to attract attention by looking strange.

You took your cell phone out of your jeans pocket to check your social media for a while, maybe Instagram would distract you. You could feel a stare on you, with the corner of your eye you could see a person near to you who didn't move from their place. You didn't want to look up but you were starting to feel uncomfortable, you noticed a movement and heard some footsteps coming towards you. "Hello!" said a feminine and somewhat shrill voice. You looked ahead to see a girl almost your height, she was wearing a short pink dress with a strawberry print that fitted her body, showing her breasts in a slightly wide neckline. Her hair was pink with green tips hairstyled in two braids making her look adorable, she smiled at you tenderly and that made you smile back. "I'm Mitsuri, I'm in the same class as you. I couldn't help but see that you were here alone, so, would you like to come with me? I have a table with some other friends."

She seemed nice. She didn't know you but if just by seeing you, you caught her attention you had to be kind to her. "Sure! Thank you". The green eyed girl took you back to the cafeteria where two other guys and one girl were sitting. "Hey guys, I hope you don't mind but I brought one of our classmates to have lunch with us".

You recognized the faces of the others, they were in your class too but when you arrived this morning you couldn't hear their names so they introduced themselves again. The first to do it was the boy sitting in front of you, a tall blond guy with bushy eyebrows and a big smile, he spoke a little loud but he seemed enthusiastic and pleasant. "I'm Kyojuro! Nice to meet you!" "Shinobu" the girl next to him said, she just smiled at you and raised her hand as she sipped boba tea. You guessed that her favorite color was purple since the ends of her hair, her nail polish, and some of her clothes were purple. "Giyu Tomioka" said the remaining boy, a dark-haired man with a deep blue gaze, his eyes looked like the same ocean, he was somewhat quiet and shy but in a good way, unlike the jerk who sat next to you in class.

You talked to them and they seemed very close, so you asked them if they knew each other before. "Of course!" Mitsuri answered, "Kyojuro was my teacher in some japanese classes I took last year, the course ended and we became friends". "Then it turns out that Giyu and Kyojuro met in high school" Shinobu commented, "And Shinobu is Giyuu's neighbor! Can you believe how small the world is?" Mitsuri said while laughing, surprised at this great coincidence. They were very nice to you, you talked to them about yourself and they brought up various topics of conversation until the bell rang and you returned to class as a group. At the end of the day, there was a name list indicating the building you would be in and your room number. Luckily you would have Shinobu as your roommate. You expected to have Mitsuri who you liked more but the purple girl was very nice too. Both took their things and went to the corresponding building.

Both of you reached the building and went up to the second floor. "Damn, I forgot my bag in the classroom. I'll be back in a second." You told to Shinobu after leaving the room. You ran as fast as you could back to the classroom, most of the doors were already closed but when you got to your class it was still open. You entered without warning deducing that it was empty and when you stepped in, you met two of your classmates. It was the boy from this morning, Gyutaro, who was talking to a tall guy with white hair, his clothes were modern and colorful unlike the boy in front of him who was dressed mostly in black. The white haired man moved away from him too quickly when he saw you enter, making you feel a bit awkward but then he acted natural moving away from Gyutaro to get closer to you. 

"Are you looking for something, precious?" The boy asked you, his voice was flirtatious but friendly.

"I left my bag here in class, I just came to get it." You started walking around the classroom looking for your bag on the desks. Gyutaro grabbed his things and started to pack them in his backpack in a hurry, Tengen was distracted so he could walk away easily ignoring him as he turned to you. As he packed his things, he looked up only to see Tengen looking you over from head to toe in a lewd way, tilting his head to look at your butt with a smile as you walked behind the seats looking for your bag. Gyutaro hated Tengen, he could leave immediately and leave you alone with him, it's none of his business since you're a distraction to get rid of him but seeing him looking at you like that made him feel angry.

"Isn't that one over there?" he asked. Why was he helping you? Again, it's not of his business.

You looked up and there was your bag, on the teacher's desk. "Yes, it's that one" you replied relieved, the tall boy walked over and took it to give it to you. This guy wasn't so rude after all. "Thank you, Gyutaro" you told him and left the class, then Gyutaro gave his opponent a serious and contemptuous look to get out of there too. Tengen was left alone in the classroom, you had ignored him and he noticed that. Him being ignored? that hurt him, but it hurt him more that you not only ignored him but also put your attention on that ugly bastard. Did you even know his name? His narcissistic ego was hurt and he wouldn't allow you to ignore him. A pretty girl like you must know his name.

Tengen ran out of the classroom, he thought you would be gone but he could still see you walking down the halls. He ran after you calling your name, making you stop to look at him. "Hey cutie, I couldn't introduce myself to you this morning, where are my manners? I'm Tengen Uzui." He said and shook your hand with his. "Nice to meet you, Tengen." The guy didn't seem to be someone you wanted to avoid, but he kept walking with you until you got to your building and the whole way he kept talking about himself as if he was the only person in the universe, that bored and annoyed you a little. You probably wouldn't talk to him very often.

He noticed that you were already in the girl's rooms  area so he had to go. "Well, I loved spending time with you, honey. Do you have instagram or a number that I can text to you?" he asked, you weren't quite sure you wanted to get involved with him. He seemed friendly but smug and didn't make you feel comfortable like Mitsuri's group and the other guys did. "How about we get to know each other better first?" he liked your proposal, a difficult girl is a more fun challenge for him so he accepted. "Okay, see you later." He walked the opposite way but before he left he caught your attention again. "And, I don't mean to be rude but, it's best if you stay away from that Gyutaro guy. He's not good company." It made you doubt because you saw them both talking in the classroom, weren't they friends? you didn't know what was happening but you just nodded and went up to your room to order your things.

. . .

The bell indicating recess had rung, quickly, you headed towards the campus cafeteria to buy your lunch. You didn't have to worry about the table since Mitsuri and the others were waiting for you, it had only been a month since you met them but you liked them so much that you felt like all of you had been friends for years. You were in line waiting for your food, the girl next to the cashier mentioned your order number out loud and you went to get your lunch. You were walking towards the table where your friends were waiting for you when two big hands took your shoulders from behind, while a familiar voice mentioned your name in an animated tone. You knew that voice instantly, it was the same one that always cracked jokes in class, answered most of the teacher's questions and called you by thousands of different nicknames. You turned around and guessed right, the owner of that friendly yet irritable voice, was your classmate, Tengen Uzui.

"Hi, what's going on?" you asked trying to be nice.

Now that you think about it, it was the first time this guy called you by your name. "Where are you going, princess?" he asked. "Don't you get bored of spending time with the same people?" he said that with a playful voice, but you felt his intentions a bit rude. "Why don't you come with me? How about we get to know each other better? Like you said the other day."

You regretted opening your mouth about it, what you used as an excuse to run away from him and give him your phone number the other time, became your conviction. For some reason you assumed that you had caught Tengen's attention because the guy kept looking for you and convincing you to go out with him or do something together in his spare time. You could tolerate it at first but as time passed your patience was running out. You could have given him a chance but his good qualities were easily overshadowed by his proud and narcissistic personality, he could even be rude with his jokes on some occasions and that made the white-haired young man start to dislike you.

"You're so kind, but they are waiting for me. See you." You were a little irritated but you addressed him with a friendly tone. Another rejection of yours that hit directly on his ego. The boy wouldn't sit idly by, so he managed to get you to the nearest wall to seductively pin you against the wall. Any other girl would have killed to be in your place, but you felt very uncomfortable.

"How long are you going to keep this up? You're a little liar" his voice was still kind and relaxed, but you could feel a strange vibe that made you feel insecure. Soon the people who passed near you began to look at you and talk. Great, now everyone would think that between you two there was something. This wouldn't bother Tengen, what's more, it was what he wanted everyone to think but you didn't want to have anything to do with him. There were rumors that he was sleeping with 3 different girls at the same time and that he introduced all of them as his girlfriends. He was a promiscuous guy and you didn't want his "fuckboy" reputation to make you look like you were his fourth and newest acquisition.

"What do you think? We can..."

"There you are girl! I was looking everywhere for ya, where the hell were you?" A voice interrupted him, you peeked out from under him to see who was looking for you. With a neutral expression, Gyutaro stood with his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans.

"What?" you asked something confused.

"Don't play dumb, you said you'd give me your history class notes. Or have you already forgotten?" You hadn't talked at all with Gyutaro, you just greeted him in class from time to time. He was not someone sociable, much less friendly, why was he helping you?

"Oh, you're right! I'm sorry, but let me give it to you now, before I forget it again."

There were so many people nearby, he couldn't do anything. "Son of a bitch…" he mentally insulted him.

Tengen stood up straight and with a flirtatious smile, caressed your cheek and winked. "So, this Friday at 5:00 p.m. right?" Did he tell you, did he think that would compromise you or was it just to make Gyutaro believe that he got a date with you? maybe both. Before leaving, he walked very close to Gyutaro only to shoulder him as he walked away from the spot. You looked at Gyutaro a little surprised, he looked at you too and then kept walking as if nothing had happened.

"H-hey, wait!" he was already going a little far from where you were, he was walking very fast so you hurried until you touched his back, you felt that he would keep moving away so you slightly pulled the hood of his black sweatshirt making him turn around.

"You... thank you, Gyutaro." "Why? It's nothing." he kept walking, but you sped up to keep up with him.

"Nothing? Do you know how many times he has done the same thing but no one does anything because he is a popular and handsome guy?"

"Uh-huh, you have 10 minutes left before going back to class. I'd eat something if I were you."

Damn, you stopped to look at the paper bag in your hand and remembered that you hadn't eaten anything yet. You looked up and Gyutaro was already walking a long way from you so you decided to turn back with your friends.

"What's going on? Looks like someone has a suitor" Mitsuri asked you playfully. Kyojuro and Giyuu were talking to each other so they didn't pay attention to anything that happened, unlike Mitsuri who saw everything from her place and excitedly, told to Shinobu. You quickly shook your head in a negative way. "You're so lucky! Any girl would be flattered to be in your place y/n!"

"I know, but I'm not 'just any girl'. I don't want anything with him."

"You sure you don't like him one bit? He seems to like you a lot!" Shinobu had no opinion about it, but she could see your discomfort on your face, you were a little irritated.

"Come on Mitsuri, no more questions. If she says she's not interested in him, then she's not interested in him." your partner said. Mentally, you thanked the butterfly girl who, uninterested in the subject, continued to drink her soda. The bell rang faster than you thought, and as Gyutaro said, you didn't have time to eat. Right, Gyutaro. You kept thinking about him but mainly about how he was the only one who noticed that you felt uncomfortable. Why did he help you? Now he would want something in return? Does he like you or was he just nice? It's seen that he does not like Tengen either, would it be just to annoy him? you had a lot of questions. You didn't know why he did it, but you wanted to thank him properly.

. . . . . . .

Classes were over for today, you put your books and notes in your backpack and stood up. You had an idea in your head, in your mind it sounded good but you weren't sure if it would really work. You didn't want to be left with restlessness and doubt, it was better to try and fail than to do nothing about it. You left the classroom to wait for Gyutaro outside and talk to him. The boy of the green hairtips was closing his backpack and placing it on one shoulder to head out of the classroom. You walked around the door a bit while checking your cell phone to go unnoticed by others but without taking your eyes off the door of the class until you saw a tall boy in a black sweatshirt, ripped jeans of the same color adorned with chains and combat boots with a huge sole. You had never noticed how good Gyutaro looked, the other students see him as a weirdo, but only his unique way of dressing was something that caught your attention.

You got distracted appreciating his outfit so you approached him casually to say hello.

"Hello, Gyutaro. What's new?" what kind of silly greeting was that?

The boy's deep blue eyes focused on yours, you felt very nervous and your tongue threatened to get stuck or say something stupid. Besides, Gyutaro must be upset for sure; he was wearing a black facemask now and you couldn't see his expression but you could guess he was irritated.

"U-umm well...I don't want to sound weird or make you feel uncomfortable but, are you free today? It's Friday so maybe we could-"

"Nope." He was about to keep walking but you wouldn't let him get away that easily, besides, you didn't want him to misunderstand what you wanted.

"Wait! You see, I'm feeling really grateful to you for the other day and I…I wanted to thank you in a proper way so we could go have a drink or-" he interrupted you again.

"Why do you insist on that? I told you it was nothing."

"It's a lot to me! Let me be nice to you and thank you."

"I'm busy, girl." He continued walking.

You weren't upset, rather you felt sad. Why? You last felt that feeling of nausea and emptiness at the same time when you were rejected by your school crush, but you didn't feel anything for Gyutaro. Well, he said no, the 2 for 1 coupons on smoothies would have to wait. Maybe Mitsuri or Kyojuro would be free.

"Wait..." was Gyutaro's voice, again. You turned around to see him.

"There is a cafe near the campus, it's small but I have heard that it's very good." A big smile appeared on your face. Both of you left their school bag in your bedrooms, you took your handbag and went down to the campus entrance where he was waiting for you.

Gyutaro isn't a very talkative guy so it was just your voice that made the silence disappear all the way. He was walking beside you, relaxed and with his hands in his pockets. You were walking on the sidewalk, Gyutaro walked around you and he stood on your left side leaving you on the inside side of the street. You hadn't noticed that you were walking on the side near the cars, you were distracted by the conversation and you suddenly fell silent.

"What?" Gyutaro asked upon hearing that you stopped talking.

"No, nothing." You continued talking, even though you felt a bit nervous.

You could feel your face very hot which meant that you were probably blushing, luckily the late afternoon sun painted the whole city orange so you didn't worry too much about it. You two entered the cafe that Gyutaro suggested. The place was small but nice to look at, its style was set in the 90's and the music that played was from the same era. A girl came over to take your order and then left.

The place was interesting, you couldn't miss the decoration and the coke posters on the walls, the design was very striking. Some rock music began to play in the place, there were a couple of flat screen TVs on which were the music videos of all the songs that were playing. You noticed that Gyutaro began to move his foot on the floor and his fingers on the table in rhythm with the music. Curiosity led you to see the screen but you didn't recognize the band.

"You like this music?" you asked, trying to get him to talk.

"Fuck, yeah. Guns N' Roses is one of my favorite bands"

"I see..." it was a very famous band, you knew this existed but it's not your favorite type of music.

"Do u like too?" he asked. After a while the drinks that both of you ordered arrived. You took a sip and those rumors were true, this iced tea tasted so good. "Well, I'm not a big fan of slightly old music."

You were the opposite of Gyutaro, he loves 80's and 90's rock, also some modern rock but he loves these songs even more.

"And what do u think about rock?"

"I like it, not all kinds of rock but I do listen to some songs."

"I see...my favorites besides Guns are Metallica, Nine Inch Nails and if I had to pick something more recent it would be IDKHBTFM."

"Seriously!? I love IDKHBTFM too! I can't decide if my favorite song is Absinthe or Bleed Magic"

"Both are fucking good, have you listened Mother Mother?"

"Yes!! Hayloft II is a masterpiece."

You finished your drinks but continued to talk and laugh, it turned out that you and Gyutaro had a lot in common and the way you think about each other changed completely. Gyutaro thought that you were the typical pretty girl who wanted everyone's attention, even from him, but he realized that today you acted very spontaneous and nice with him, you even said a few stupid things that made him laugh. You two could keep talking for many more hours, but it was starting to get dark and you had to get back to campus. You called the waitress to pay but at the last moment, Gyutaro handed the money to the girl.

"Hey! I told you it's on me!"

"Nah, don't worry. How about next time?"

Would there be a next time? Those words made your chest jump from the inside and with a smile you said yes. Both of you arrived at the campus, both were talking on the way to your rooms when Gyutaro's phone started ringing. You couldn't help but see the name of the contact on the screen that said "Ume" and it seemed to be a video call. The girl in the photo was cute, she posed like a model and her blue eyes were beautiful as was her long hair as white as her skin. Just looking at her made you feel that this outing had been in vain, was she his girlfriend?

"Sorry, it's my little sister. I'd like to come with you but if I don't answer her now she'll be a fucking nuisance later."

"Sure, see you later. Thanks for everything Gyutaro!"

He said goodbye while answering the call and walked to the opposite side of you. Your hands were a little sweaty, the color returned to your face when you heard him say she was his sister. Why did the thought that she could be his girlfriend make you so upset? You had spent an incredible afternoon with Gyutaro, you hadn't had such a good time in a long time and thinking about how little by little the two of you could become closer made you smile, but a nickname burst the bubble in your mind.

"Hey! Beautiful!"

"It can't be..." you thought. It was Tengen, coming from the girls' dorms way. At this time? It was kind of weird, but then you remembered what everyone was talking about him so it made you nasty. You let his greeting pass, if you were sharp maybe he would go faster.

"I told you you were a little liar and I'm checking again. We had a date, remember?"

There's nothing more annoying than being called a liar, especially by this guy.

"Wait, when the hell did I say that?"

"At the cafeteria the other day, I told you Friday at 5:00, did you forgot it?"

"I didn't think you were serious, you're never that formal." That made him very angry, you were starting to make him angry. He liked you and thought that conquering you would be something easy. Who would deny someone as attractive and popular as him? The way you kept walking by his side like he didn't exist made him explode. Were you making fun of him or trying to humiliate him?

"That's not very nice of you, sweetie. But I'm free now." He took your arm to get closer to him and take your face. He was invading your personal space.

"What do you say if we find a place where no one will see us and-"

"What the fuck!? Let go of me!" You jerked out of his grasp, pulling away from him. "I don't know who told you that I wanted your attention but they're wrong. I don't want anything to do with you and I don't want anything from you! I won't be your fourth whore if that's what you think, got it!?"

You were very angry, you felt insulted but he was even more. "I forgot. I have to be ugly for you to let me fuck you, right?" This guy had crossed the line, you wanted to go back and slap him across the face but if anything would hurt him more it would be if you completely ignored him like the trash he is. "Fuck off!" you didn't turn to see him. You turned your back on him as you walked by and gave him the middle finger. You were tired of him but you had finally made things clear, you hoped that with this rejection he would leave you alone once and for all but you had no idea what was to come.

Part 1 is here! I really loved doing my part and I hope everyone can enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Thanks to @mrsshabana again and don't forget to keep an eye out! she will post part 2 as soon as possible 💖 If you have any questions or comments, don't hesitate to ask me! ✨

[kaiser-s-bitch]

So glad requests are open!! If it isn't too much trouble could Gyutaro with a new lower moon reader? She's rather shy and overwhelmed by this whole "turning into a demon" dilemma. She's also very clingy and sees daki and mouzn as her older siblings. While she view Gyutaro as her love but is super shy to talk to him! Sorry this is super specific feel free go change it as you see fit! Any problems just message me and let me know! Thanks

YOOOOO FINALLY A GYUTARO / DAKI REQUEST!!!!

bless your mind for this hunny— I loved this so much I went a bit overboard w it again XD

p.s.: I wouldn’t be against some kinda continuation just sayinnn~

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Gyutaro & Daki hcs: with new lower moon

• Gyutaro was probably the one Kizuki that didn’t care about your number in the ranking, neither about that fact that you were "merely" a lower moon.

• Plus, he loathed himself, so he didn’t see a point in acting condescending towards the newbie in their ranks.

• His sister was the exact opposite, priding herself in her status as upper moon and enjoying every bit of being a demon.

• You started following the two of them around, always apologizing when Daki accused you of doing so, but persistently keeping up with it.

• Gyutaro didn’t make much of it, he naturally assumed that you were only interested in his beautiful and mesmerizing sister. The thought of him piquing your interest as well, let alone just as much, never even crossed his mind.

• But even though they treated you rather harshly, especially Daki, you never actually considered giving up. You needed both of them to cope with your current situation. In your eyes, there just was no other way to deal with it because something about them seemed to attract you like a magnet. Was it the fact that they were the only ones that actually tolerated your presence?

• Contrary to your expectations, Daki was the one who warmed up to you first. She never ceased teasing and prodding, but it was by far not as cruel as it had been in the beginning. She had figured that you’re not trying to hopelessly surpass her whatsoever, you were just another minion to serve her by constantly boosting her already immeasurable ego.

• Gyutaro still didn’t even think about talking to you by himself, he didn’t want to bother you with his ugly and overall just straight-up disgusting being. Though since him and Daki always stuck together, it was only natural that he got involved into your convos sooner or later as well.

• The talks you had with them got more and more serious and personal the more time passed, until you eventually ended up letting them in on your story and them letting you in on theirs.

• You felt tears pricking in your eyes by the time they were done talking, and you couldn’t help but lunge forward to pull the two of them into a tight hug. "I am so sorry for everything you’ve been through. I wont let anything happen to either of you ever again, even if it costs me my own life."

• Your "boldness" surprised you yourself, but your overwhelming emotions had obviously gotten the best of you. You had soon come to notice that everything actually intensified as a demon, sensations and emotions were not an exception.

• Daki reacted extremely irritated, as if you had just thrown some sort of dirt at her. "Eww! Don’t touch me like that!!" Gyutaro was irritated as well, but for a completely different reason. "Don’t do that maaan. My ugliness will wear off on you."

• You blinked in surprise "I really don’t know why you always insult yourself like that. You’re underweight alright, but other than that I think you.. you’re actually... quite handsome." Clearing your throat, you averted your eyes from the two demons mow staring at you in shock.

• "Making fun of me now, huh? Not cool maaan-"

• You were the farthest from ever doing so. But you hadn’t expected a compliment of any sort just to be accepted by him anyways, while Daki was a whole different story.

• You were certain the situation couldn’t get any more awkward. But there you seemed to forget who you were sitting together with.

• Daki‘s face took on a weird expression, as if she was contemplating what to make out of your behavior. Squishing your cheeks together with one hand and sharp nails sinking in your supple skin, she eyed you skeptically.

• "Haaah?!? Are you seriously crushing on my brother!?", she uttered in a more than incredulous tone.

• "Daki, let go!! I just don’t want him to badmouth himself like this. What’s wrong with that??" But it was too late, she had already picked up on it. "Yea yea sureee- that’s also why you’re blushing now hm?" "O-Of course when you accuse me of stuff like that!!"

• Gyutaro was just watching your quarrel from the sidelines, too dumbfounded to even think of intervening. No one has ever said such a thing to him, never. Or at least not in all seriousness. Even though his self-hatred was definitely a force to be reckoned with, he was almost inclined to believe you, at least in terms of having been honest just now.

• You thought he was.. handsome? h i m ? !

• Why was his face suddenly heating up like that? Demons can’t get sick, right?

• No. He was just extremely flattered for the first time in his life.

• After that night, Daki surely didn’t even think about letting you off the hook anytime soon. She was watching your every step whenever you were around her and her brother. It made Gyutaro more uncomfortable than anything, having his pretty little sister monitor you and him like that.

• "...in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!" This was only one of her annoying new habits. But although her teasing was childish and repetitive, it never failed to make both Gyutaro and you blush, a fact that didn’t slip her attention. She may be extremely self-centered, but she was not taking things lightly whenever it was about her brother.

• The only way to distract her from her ceaseless taunts was complimenting her on anything at all. LUCKILY, she was extremely self-centered.

• "Oh Daki! That eyeshadow really suits you, it compliments your eyes perfectly!!" "I know right?!? It just looks awesome on me. Although pretty much everything looks awesome on me—"

• Problem momentarily solved. But what if that won’t work out next time—?!