(You are Akaza)

This felt strange. Lord Muzan had summoned the Upper Moons for a meeting—the last time that happened, it was because one of them had been killed. As Akaza made his way to the meeting place, he wondered who it could be this time… Kokushibo? Impossible—he was far too strong. Doma? If only…

Akaza arrived early—he refused to disappoint Lord Muzan. But… of course, no one else was there yet. Or so he thought. As he waited in silence, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder… followed by a laugh. That laugh. The one Akaza despised with every fiber of his being. It was Doma.

“Akaza-donoo! There you are! I was worried I’d be the first one here—thank goodness you’re early too. It’s almost romantic, don’t you think? Just the two of us..."

Doma’s gaze lingered on Akaza before his playful smile widened