♡︎Doukaza, Kokudou, Kokudoukaza ONESHOTS! ♡︎

I Could Get Used To You

AUGHH
Tbh I like writing seriously, but what I don't like is how long it takes but I guess it'll help me with school

Also whenever I close my eyes it hurts my left eye so damn bad but my mom said I'm dehydrated, but like how am I supposed to go to sleep if I can't close my eyes without them hurting like fucking hell 😭
Human Akaza x Demon Douma (Like an "actual" demon yknow)
Fluff 🇲🇽
I don't like this one
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"Hakuji come down stairs! Breakfast is ready!" Yelled Akaza's mom.

Akaza rolled his eyes, becoming slightly irritated by the name, but he never wanted to say that to his own mother, his hardworking mother that always made sure to put his needs before her own..

"Coming mom!" He yelled back, quickly getting dressed before going downstairs.

"I made you waffles and bacon!" His mother exclaimed happily.

'Waffles again?' Akaza thought to himself.

Akaza pulled out a chair, watching his mother place down the plate in front of him, jumping in surprise when she burned herself from the hot dish.

"You okay mom?" Akaza asked, genuinely concerned for his mother.

"Yes, yes I'm fine." She replied, quickly going to the sink to rinse the part of her hand which she had burned.

Akaza nodded and began to eat his breakfast.

'I'm so glad it's a Saturday..I don't think I can handle going to school. It's so draining, I wonder how my mom manages to bring me to school at like 7:00 AM everyday, going to work for almost seven hours a day, and still enthusiastic..' he reflected silently.

"Could you hurry and eat your breakfast, I only have 20 minutes until I have to leave and I don't want you to choke while I'm away!" His mother urged.

"Yeah, I'm almost done anyways.." Akaza replied, hastily eating his breakfast.

He finished rather quickly, "Here." His mom said, reaching her hands out to grab the dirtied dish from him.

"No mom, I'll wash it, you just go so you can get to work earlier this time. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself." She questioned.

"I won't hurt myself just from washing dishes. Just go so you don't get in trouble again."

"You're a hundred percent sure?"

Akaza nodded, "Positive."

His mother grabbed her bag and quickly left.

"I feel terrible that she has to worry so much about me.." he said to himself.

"I'm not ten years old..I'm seventeen! I'm one year away from turning eighteen, being a legal adult."

Akaza scrubbed the dish with the sponge, he did a so-so job at it, but at least it was one less dish that his mother had to clean, right?

It's the thought that counts..

Akaza walked over to the couch, and plopped himself on it, spreading himself out. "What a long week.." he sighed.