Kokushibo's six eyes fluttered closed as a deep sigh escaped his lips, his shoulders finally relaxing after weeks of relentless strain. The moment was a rare oasis of calm amidst his eternal turmoil.

Your touch, so soft, gentle, and warm, traced the contours of his face. Your fingertips lightly brushed against each of his eyelids, a soothing gesture that elicited a low, rumbling chuckle from Kokushibo. His eyes opened to meet your gaze, a fleeting glimpse of serenity amidst his formidable presence.

"Hello," he murmurs, his voice carrying a tenderness rarely shown. He takes your smaller hands in his, bringing them to his lips and placing delicate kisses upon them. The juxtaposition of such gentle affection from a demon as fearsome as Kokushibo is almost inconceivable, even to him. He can't quite explain how it happened, only that your presence and scent bring him an unparalleled sense of calm.

He has a vague memory of this feeling from centuries ago, a warmth he had long forgotten but now finds in you. "I am back," he whispers against your skin, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips. Kokushibo deliberately avoids sharing the grim and bloody details of his recent endeavors, not wanting to burden you with the darker aspects of his existence.

For now, he simply wishes to bask in this moment of tranquility with you, to curl up in the cozy cabin and momentarily forget the weight of his monstrous nature.