さようなら; 𝑲𝑵𝒀! 𝑼𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵𝑺 [✓]

𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀 ;

-ˋˏ genuine ˎˊ-
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𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 :
— this took place during the three months you were training with the upper moons.

wc : 673 ˎˊ-

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 :
slight gore mentioned.

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you were actually having trouble breathing, the ice was starting to freeze your lungs. you were clearly in pain and having trouble, but douma was too caught up in the fun he was having, he didn't notice.

it took him a little longer to realise you were actually hurting. your movements had gotten slower and your hits were weaker. not to mention, you weren't able to dodge his attacks as fast as before. you were slowing down.

"[y/n]? what's wrong?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as he stared at your panting form.

"it... hurts..." you breathed out, placing your hands on your knees as you tried to breathe.

blood from your wounds dripped onto the wooden planked floor, your body was getting numb from the cold.

douma noticed that he had went overboard and quickly ran over to you to help.

he slipped his hands under your arms, letting you lean against him for support.

"ah sorry sorry, i didn't know," he said in a panicked tone. gently placing you down onto the floor, he sat himself in front of you.

his eyes skimmed your body, looking for all the wounds you had gained, and helping you heal them.

"sorry, are you feeling better? i deactivated it, your insides should be warming up now," he explained, holding onto your cold hands.

you didn't answer him, squeezing your eyes shut to control your breathing.

"geez douma... i told you to stop... like... ten times..." you breathed out, "did you not hear me..?"

"ah... sorry [y/n]," he apologised with a guilty look. noticing how your tone was slightly harsher than usual.

it wasn't the first time douma had accidentally hurt you like that. when it came to fighting with you, he tend to lose himself.

"... your face is bleeding," douma pointed out, hoping you would look at him. but you kept your head down, ignoring his statement.

"i need to heal it [y/n]..."

after waiting for your reply, he decided to just heal your face wounds.

he brought his hands up and gently cupped your face, forcing you to face him. you focused your gaze on the ground instead of looking at him — much to his dismay. there was a deep cut on your forehead, blood dripping down from it and onto your eye.

he used his thumb to wipe the blood away before closing the cut. but even after fixing your wounds, he didn't made a move to remove his hands from your face.

it was until you averted your gaze to stare at him did you realise — the demon in front of you had a faint blush on his face as he studied your features.

you felt heat rush up to your own face as you stared back at him. you watch as a small smile made it way to his face, his colourful eyes averting up to meet you (e/c) ones.

"hey [y/n]," he brought his face closer to yours, your noses were almost touching — really, he doesn't know what personal space means. "you're really pretty you know..." he mumbled out.

the faint pink that covered his face grew a little darker when he felt you wrapping your fingers around his wrist. "uh... thanks... you too i guess..?" you averted your gaze back to the floor.

"eh? do you really think so?" he asked, leaning closer, causing you to move back a little. you noticed how he was blushing but just shrugged it off, assuming he was just faking it, like what he does with his other emotions.

but unbeknownst to you, it was actually real.

"[y/n] thinks i'm pretty-!" douma exclaimed, suddenly wrapping his arms around your neck to hug you. you just raised a brow at his actions, letting him do whatever he wanted.

at this point, you were used to how clingy he was.

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