His Ice princess *Douma x reader*

Chapter 1- First Meetings

   She stayed still while plucking the strings of the Koto. The melody being as beautiful as the night sky. She had opened her shoji door to the outside while playing. The thoughts ran in head about the past years. 

   When she was 11 she was adopted by Shinobu Kocho. Shinobu gave her a place to eat and sleep, but she was much like Shinobu. She was too small to fight in the demon slayer corps. Y/n Kocho her name was. She was a very beautiful woman, yet small and frail. Since she wasn't able to fight, she spent her time studying planets and poison's to help her mother. But Y/n also studied music, the Koto being her favorite. 

   Like a ritual, Y/n played the Koto every night before bed while staring up at the moon. The melody had helped the patients and the other residents sleep peacefully. They adored her playing, most people did. Y/n was beautiful at playing, but she didn't start like this. When she first played Kanao and Shinobu laughed but tried hiding it. 

   The knock on the shoji door pulled Y/n out of thought. She quickly smiled and turned to the door, halting in her playing. "Yes?" Her voice was soft, small, and most of all beautiful. Too beautiful for her own good. The shoji door opened revealing her mother. Y/n placed her Koto down and looked at her mother, bowing her head slightly. "Mother." 

   "Y/n, I was wondering when you will be heading to bed." Her mother had the same small smile. Y/n pulled her Koto close to her again and smiled at her mother. 

   "Soon." With that single word Shinobu took her leave. Y/n sighed, her smile disappearing as she pulled the Koto to her lap and continued playing. 

   Within a second a figure was in front of her, blocking the moon with its height. She looked up at the figure, only being able to make out there eyes. But she was star struck with its eyes, a mixture of beautiful colors mix into one. It was a perfect rainbow, all in pastels. There eyes shone in the moon light. She could make out a smile, it was kind. But it showed no emotion, much like her own. The figure looked down at her.  

    With soft spoken words the figure spoke kindly. "Please, do continue." Feel compiled to do as he said, she started plucking the strings. The figure closed his eyes, sighing as he heard her beautiful melody. He tilted his head, wanting to lean closer to the music she made. The sound was so unique to him, like he's never heard. When the song came to a close, he sighed happily. "I've never heard something more beautiful.." 

     Y/n looked up, the man shifted from blocking the moon to looking at it. Placing the Koto down, Y/n crawled to the side of the figure. The star struck was still in her eyes, her pupils blown looking at the beautiful and celestial person in front of her. His skin looked like porcelain, beautiful white. His hair a sliver blonde that run along his back. He had a unchanging smile, his eyes fixated on the moon. 

   How can he be so beautiful? Y/n thought to herself. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, feel how smooth his skin truly is, to see if its as cold as it looks. Most of all, to see if this was real, if he was real. It felt like one single touch and he would be gone. She hadn't noticed that her hand slowly made away to his face. 

   When he moved his head to lock eyes with her, she froze, breath held in her throat. This can't be real.. There's no way this is real. He gently touched her hand, his cold skin going against the warmth of hers. Her breath hitched, her body leaning to his. This felt right, like nothing could go wrong in this moment. He lead her hand to his face, sighing once the contact was made. He leaned closer to her hand, groaning. 

   Her eyes were wide, wider then they've ever been. She couldn't comprehend what was happening in this moment, the beauty in this person, this man, it wasn't like anything she's every seen.  She was afraid that he would disappear, just by the slightest movement, and he knew it. 

   Beneath the cover of his eyelids, he was looking at her. He knew what she was thinking, knew what she thought. How can she be hold me so gently, like I'm glass.. but not be afraid of what I am.. He was filled with curiosity, trying to find out why she acted like this, why she wasn't afraid. Maybe she was, but was hiding it, no he would since that easily...so why was she being so gently with him.  

   Her breath was caught in her throat as she tried to speak, tried moving her hand. He kept it in place, not wanting her to let him go just yet. She prayed that he wouldn't open his eyes, or she might not ever be able to speak to him. "Wh-..." she tried speaking. She looked down and took a breath, the first one she's had since this man showed up. "What's your name, sir?" 

   He was caught, her voice was beautiful, it was calming. He wanted more, no he needed more. He wanted her to speak more, to tell him everything, tell him who she was, tell him how she was gently and kind. He opened his eyes, letting the rainbow of colors meet her e/c colored ones. Just like that she couldn't breath once again. 

   In a kind voice, like non other he spoke to her. 

   "Douma." 

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