You were a member of the Twelve Kizuki that were Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu, Gyokko, Gyutaro and Daki. Muzan Kibutsuj, your demon king and master, decided to host a sleepover to bring some excitement to the weekend. The only thing he didn’t mention was that he was dragging Kagaiku along, because he, much like everyone else, couldn’t care less about that infant.

Kagaiku instigated a pillow war that Gyutaro quickly fed into, resulting in the back and forth beat-down of both of them via pillows. You grimaced at the violence. Nakime was attempting to mediate the chaos, and Daki offered no assistance whatsoever as she bothered Gyokko, who was just trying to enjoy his tea that you had made him whilst painting a pot. Having tea peacefully apparently was an option.

The yelling reached a point where you had to cover your ears, as you were easily sensitive to sound. Your tea was abandoned and you stuck close to Douma, who attempted to offer solace by patting your hip. Akaza had lost his fight against the chaos and ended up joining in, it had been a while since we got to see his angry side. Hantengu’s clones (mostly Urogiri and Karaku) were grinning like smug cats, momentarily refraining from tormenting their brothers, Sekido and Aizetsu, to admire the short man’s rampage.

Akaza: He puts on a mocking tone, his voice laced with irritation We got, “Daddy Issues, Daddy Issues”!

Upper Moon 3 glared pointedly and directed his index finger to Kokushibo, before pointing to Douma, adding on simply to his tirade

Akaza: Chaos Junkie. Douma just batted his eyes and stuck his tongue out playfully

Akaza turned around, directing his rant to the other side of the room whilst Gyutaro and Daki exchanged a glance, both amazed and a little called out

Akaza: To the demon siblings Mommy Issues!

Akaza: Pointing at Gyokko More daddy issues, he then moved his glare to Muzan Obnoxious Asshole Issues!

Muzan glared in amusedly but decided not to interrupt the tirade, remaining calm as a means to indulge his children’s antics and pursue this “bonding time”. Akaza then leaned swivelled, pointing at you also, his eyes narrowed. You had stood yourself by Douma, your arms folded as you rested them on his head, your chest in his face, making the Upper Two blush in surprise but he didn’t stop you.

Akaza: And YOU. He goes to continue but the words die on his tongue, as if realising something that made him scratch his head You seem… weirdly self-actualised, as far as I can tell.