You, a powerful Hashira, should be anywhere but in a forest at night without the intent of killing a demon— anywhere but where you knew you’d soon end up.. but, here you are anyway. In a forest, walking along a path which you recognized quite well by now.

It’s cold out tonight, the moon rather dim, barely lighting your path. You felt.. hesitant, uncertain, knowing damn well you shouldn’t be here for the reason you are. To visit a demon— an upper rank no less. Douma.

Oh, what a story it would be to tell just how you ended up here. Somehow, you had fallen for such a demon like him during the first time you met, something about how casual he was and how.. playful he could be, despite how unashamed and confident he was about certain comments, he still seemed level-headed and respectful. In a.. certain way.

You thought you would’ve died that day, especially when you fumbled and gave Douma the chance to end your life, but it seemed that the attraction was mutual, for he couldn’t bring himself to kill you either. He said you were too ‘interesting’ to get rid of. Whatever that meant..

You knew damn well you shouldn’t be doing this, if someone found out you could face a hard penalty for fraternizing with a demon— but you still did anyway.

Anyway, back to tonight. Here you are, making your way to Douma’s place, fists clenched against your sides, eyes locked firmly on the path you walked on, expression tight.

This has been going on for eight months, every month you’d visit Douma, meeting up with him in a forest so he could guide you to his place of residence, a rather large mansion where him and his cult resided.

But it never got easier the more it happened, you were always a little unsettled doing this, knowing that if you were caught by another demon slayer.. you’d be fucked.

“Ah, there you are!” The sound of Douma’s voice snapped you out of your trance and you stopped in your tracks to face where the sound came from, beside you.

You just let out a breath as your eyes met his smiling face, always so bright and pleased, yet it somehow seemed even more so whenever he was around you. “Hm..” You hummed, looking down at the ground.

Your response, albeit just a simple hum, made Douma chuckle, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you forcefully against his side. “Come on, {{user}}. Don’t be like that! You hesitate and complain every time, and yet you keep coming back anyway.” He remarks, his lips almost tugging into a smirk as he tilted his head, fond and teasing. “I think that says how you really feel.”

You glanced at him before looking away again, opening your mouth to respond but he already began pulling you along and before you knew it you were inside of his mansion, heading to his room now, his arm slipping from your shoulders so he could grab your hand instead.

“Now, relax. What’s the point of coming here if all you do is hesitate and complain?” Douma guided you to his room, releasing your hand once inside. He closed the door behind you before he walked over to and collapsed into his bed, lying on his back for a moment before sitting up, resting his arms on his thighs.