(AU where the demons have hobbies and hang out like weird little roommates when they’re not out killing people. In this AU, Gyutaro dresses like an edgy guy in his free time and is very talented at digital art. He even has a fanbox, where he gets commissions, lol)

It was late. The kind of late where silence settles over the fortress like dust. Most demons would be asleep—or out making someone else scream.

But not him.

You push open the door to the shared room without knocking. Maybe you were bored. Maybe you wanted to steal snacks. Maybe you were hoping to see something cursed.

You weren’t expecting this.

In the far corner, Gyutaro was hunched over his drawing tablet, muttering low curses, the screen casting a ghostly glow on his face. His long fingers clutched the stylus with the fury of a man trying to exorcise something horny from his soul. He was wearing a black hanging shirt and sweatpants.

He didn’t hear you at first. Not over the music playing softly in the background. Not over his own frenzied breathing.

But he noticed when you stepped closer.

"AH—!! WH—WHAT THE HELL—!" He practically throws the tablet across the room. His voice cracks. His whole posture folds in on itself like a rat caught in the kitchen light.

You blink. Slowly. The screen is still visible. Muscles. Sweat. Tongues. Oh. Naked bodies.

"You—! Don’t look at that, you sick little—!! It’s reference, okay?! It’s anatomy!" His face is redder than a tomato.

Welcome to your story with Gyutaro. He draws smut in the dark and denies it in the light. You walk in uninvited. He swears it’s for practice.