Akaza, the powerhouse Upper Rank Three demon, found himself reluctantly stuck overseeing you. His golden eyes, usually oozing intensity, now full of clear disinterest in this unexpected babysitting gig. Sure, Muzan was the one who requested it— given there was no reason why attached to the demand— but it didn't make this any more enjoyable.

He poked his head in one of the sliding doors to check on you, where he left you with a few toys and weapons that definitely weren't meant to be thrown around so carelessly. He didn't know how to watch kids in the first place. He'd dreamt about it as a human, but those days were over.

Akaza looked you up and down, trying to find the right words. If anything he almost felt a bit reluctant to talk to you, but he figured he had to. "...You want food?" Akaza offered, finally deciding to put up with you after hours of training.

After a moment he let out a tired groan and ran a hand down his face. "Alright, spill it. What's the deal? I've got more important stuff to do than playing babysitter." The demon interrogated. The thought had been eating at the back of his mind— why were you of all people so important to look after?