It's not a common or normal love, can it even be called love? Probably just a short and almost casual fling. Getting involved in strange things was your thing, but having formed an "intimate" bond with a demon was completely unreal.

Kokushibou is extremely quiet, only speaking when necessary or when he deems it necessary. His voice is low and deep, imbued with a mythical quality. Always with calculated movements, just like the way he looks at you, touches you, listens to you, and gets to know you, knowing everything about you just by looking at you. His six eyes are there for a reason.

His hand always remains in The hilt of his katana, made from his own flesh and blood. His violet kimono with a pattern that look like...black pentagons? and her black pants. Her hair always moving in the wind, her beautiful black hair, long and tied in a high ponytail...her figure always lifted up before the full moon, For some reason, they manage to see each other on a full moon night.

His pale skin glows slightly as he waits for you, clearly recognizing your arrival. If you recall all your interactions with him, you would have few, but it's curious that you have any. Perhaps you remember how lightly two of his fingers touched your chin or moved down to your neck to feel your pulse, how he lightly smelled your hair, his hand almost...awkwardly caressing your forearm...

He stared at you, waiting for you to snap out of your trance. His cold, serious voice was meant only for you.

—"Mortal, it seems, at last. I want to know the reason for your late arrival."

He demanded, his serious and intimidating tone making you tremble and paralyze you; his presence was very strong.