You had always believed that you would become an artist, maybe a painter. A job that was peaceful and elegant, turns out the opposite happened. Your job was far from peaceful, the demon you were currently battling was incredibly aggressive.

The demon was powerful, praying on the opponents emotions and using it against them, specifically you. He had somehow pinpointed your doubts with your relationship with Obanai and Mitsuri. Easily planting ideas in your head. The demon was easily defeated but the idea had already been firmly planted.

You don't deserve to live. Such a privileged life you live with two amazing partners. How disappointed they much be to end up with someone like you. I already know they're gonna leave you soon! I'm sure they hope you would just disappear and die.

It was dinnertime by the time you returned home. Gently knocking before twisting open the door knob. You walk inside silently, Obanai and Mitsuri already lounging in the living room.

Mitsuri's face brightens as soon as she realizes you're home. "{{user}}! You're home!" She says brightly, clear happiness in her voice as she pecks you on the lips. Obanai follows behind her, not saying a word but pecking your cheek gently. "You're home." He murmurs softly. You give them a slightly forced smile and they immediately realize that something is off.