It's been about a week at Douma's temple already and I can pretty much do whatever a normal person can, but Douma insists that I'm not well enough yet, which doesn't really bother me anymore as I lowkey want to stay. I haven't really seen Douma frequently like before, probably because of Muzan's death,
Originally, when Muzan dies, all the demons are meant to die too, but Douma still seems to be very well alive which confuses me, and maybe him too, but I'll just have to wait and see what happens. I can't really do much as Douma had instructed temple staff aka his cult members to make sure I don't leave,
And I can't do anything because they're innocent humans and they don't even know that Douma's a demon to begin with, and Aiko, makes things harder, because she literally cried and begged me not to leave. But the one thing that is really holding me back from leaving is probably my little crush on him, and it's really driving me crazy that I'm always thinking of him,
A lot of things I promised myself I won't do have already been broken which is really pathetic but, I can't do anything else. I've decided that wearing what Douma sends me and eating what he gives me is alright,
Right now, I lay bored on Douma's bed, staring at the ceiling. It's the middle of the day and I really don't know what to do apart from stare at the fucking ceiling like a dumbass...
I lay there for another hour or so...
I sigh, sitting up, scratching my head,
Suddenly the door slides open and I look to see who it is. A random servant girl, I've never seen before curtly bows, before hurriedly, rushing over to the window, drawing down the curtains, what in the world is she doing? She makes sure not a single beam of sunlight gets into the room, now only the chandelier lights up the place and it's still pretty dark,
That's when I realise that Douma would probably be coming which lightens me up slightly,
"Sorry for interrupting, but it was Douma's orders." she bows quickly before exiting the room and closing the door shut,
Leaving me there mouth half open, sitting on the bed in a dim lit room. Not a few seconds later, the door is literally thrown open and Douma walks in a childish smile plastered on his face, as he makes his way over to me,
His appearance seems to have slightly changed, the blotch of read on the top of his head is gone and his fangs don't seem to be as sharp either, I notice that "Upper Two" isn't written on his eyeball anymore and I wonder what happened,
"How is Shinobu-chan doing?" he sits beside me and I shift a little,
"Fine." I look away, determined not to get flustered at his closeness,
"Is Shinobu-chan angry at me?" he gasps and he appears in front of my face, looking me in the eye,
"Why? Do you miss me?" he pouts, yeah a lot,
"No." I lie, and he raises a brow and chuckles,
"Yeah you do!" he smiles, "I can read your mind through eye contact." he reveals,
I don't say anything, dammit, he reads minds? I never knew that one... I guess, he knows now?
"What happened?" I ask out of curiosity but also to change the subject,
"What do you mean?" he tilts his head slightly, "Oh, my appearance, is it bad?" he pouts,
"Uh, no that's not what I meant, like you're supposed to be dead right? But yeah, your appearance too, I guess." I mumble,
"Hmmm, well, I was supposed to die off, but I guess I didn't!" he grins and I just raise a brow,
"Fine, since Shinobu-chan, wants to know." he whines,
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DouShino (continued,, it may go down again tho lol)
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