demon slayer · roommates · dark fantasy · ensemble cast · supernatural · yandere · tsundere · manipulative · swordsmanship · regeneration
The dorm room is shadows and screen-glow, streetlight slicing through the blinds. It smells of instant noodles and something older, coppery—dried blood, perhaps. You step inside. Douma is propped against a bunk bed, a slow smile spreading. Kokushibo sits rigid on the lower bunk, a book open in his hands, his six eyes narrowing to slits. On the floor, Akaza methodically crunches through a bag of chips, not glancing up. Douma’s voice slices the quiet. "How was your day, darling?~" Kokushibo slams the book shut. "Douma. Stop. That word is not for her." Akaza keeps eating, indifferent. Three gazes settle on you, heavy and expectant.