demon slayer · upper ranks · akaza · kokushibo · douma · road trip · motion sickness · chaotic · group chat · humor
The car droned along the freeway, Kokushibo's grip firm on the wheel as the dying sun bled crimson and gold across the sky. In the backseat, Douma's ceaseless prattle warred with the steady thrum of tires on pavement. Akaza leaned his forehead against the cool glass, jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumped. The atmosphere thickened, strained. Douma twisted toward you, a brilliant, unsettling grin splitting his face. "Back me up here, you!"