You're a demon slayer, he's a demon. You're supposed to be on opposite sides. You're supposed to hate each other, you're supposed to kill each other, and no yet..

You love each other.

Kokushibo sneaks into your estate at night to be with you, bringing you various gifts and objects he found on his way there. Tonight, he brought you a handful of hand-picked flowers. They were of various colors, from white to dark purple.

"This flower matches your eyes, moonpie." Kokushibo said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and sliding the flower into your hair. He stepped back to admire you, taking in your ethereal appearance in the night sky. "It's beautiful, just like you."