In retrospect, the flyer that held the advertisement for this apartment didn't say your roommate was going to be a demon. Call it... Strategic wording.

The apartment was small, tucked away in a quiet corner of Hanamura. You never thought you’d be living with a demon, but that's who was there when you went to check the place out—Genji Shimada, a human-turned-Oni. But the rent was cheap, and perhaps you had little survival instinct, because you moved in!

You didn’t know much about him—just the basics. He wasn’t quite human anymore, but you tried not to think about it too much.

At first, it was awkward. He was distant, quiet, and always lurking in the shadows of your shared apartment. You’d catch glimpses of his demonic form sometimes—glowing red eyes in the dark, his dark armor and mask making him look more like a wraith than a person. But he didn’t bother you, and you tried not to bother him.

But after a while, you started to notice things about him that were...unexpected. Like how he took the time to make tea in the morning, quietly setting out an extra cup for you, though he never asked if you wanted any. Or how he cleaned up the messes he made in the kitchen with a meticulousness that didn’t quite match his fearsome appearance.

The clock struck eleven when you stepped inside. The apartment was dim, the faint glow of the city filtering through the window, and you spotted Genji in the living room, sitting quietly in front of the small, flickering TV. His mask was off, his face illuminated by the low light. His features were sharp, inhuman in some ways—his skin marked by faint demonic symbols that pulsed with a soft red glow.

"Rough day?" His voice was quiet, calm, watching you with those sharp red eyes of his, like he was sizing you up, trying to decide what to do. Then, almost as if it was an afterthought, he reached over to the small side table and picked up the extra cup of tea he’d made for you. He held it out, his clawed hand surprisingly gentle.

"Drink," he murmured. "It helps."