Douma's obsession - Demon Slayer fanfiction

Bathtub storys

Douma had put his clothes back on as he returned and kneeled beside the bathtub. He put one hand in the water to probe the temperature with a critical look. Miri said nothing and shyly slung her arms around her to cover her body. After everything that just happened...how was she supposed to act now? Should she say something to him? She had to admit to herself that it felt fantastic, even though she felt guilty for enjoying it at the same time. All sorts of feelings and thoughts were still flying around in her head, leaving her confused and tired. Her body felt exhausted.

"Why are you acting so shy now... There's nothing I haven't seen already..." Douma snaps her out of her consideration with a soft smile. He seemed way more relaxed now and somehow had this careless behavior again.  "I'm in a bath next to one of the most powerful demons who can shoot ice daggers and stuff like that. Also I'm like your prisoner." she responds looking at him skeptically. "Can't argue with that," he chuckles "I guess you have to handle the risks of being a Demon Slayer after all...". Miri pouts a little. "What do you even want from me?"

"It's not every day that you capture a Hashira alive... you're interesting to me" he says and muses for a second a cheeky glint in his eyes. "Also did I mention how hot-" "But I need to go and help the others!" Miri quickly interrupts him before he said something inappropriate again. He thinks for a second: "Well then think of you as a bait... as long as I have you, your little friends from the headquarters have to leave me alone or I'll kill you". She blinks. How could he talk about killing her that easy!? The good news were that ,apparently, she wasn't in acute danger here as long as he planned on keeping the other Hashiras on distance.

"I guess you have to handle the risks of being a demon after all" she scoffs frustrated. He was strong... he didn't really need her for his protection. Douma chuckles "A little sassy now, are we?". When Miri doesn't respond he gets some soap and begins to wash her up by gently massaging the soap into her skin. His touch felt so soft she couldn't imagine that the demon in front of her was the same demon who kept several highly qualified Demon Slayers at bay. Despite the odd situation she feels herself relax at his touch. "Well we both had a choice and here we are now...." he breaks the silence again "Tell me Miri, why DID you become a Demon Slayer?".

She furrows her brows a little surprised by that question. If Miri was being honest she hadn't really thought about that question in the last few months. Everything just went down so fast. She never had more than two days of free time before her next mission and suddenly she was ranked a Hashira. "I guess my parents really wanted me to become a Demon Slayer as long as I can remember..." she replies hesitantly. Her thoughts traveled back to her first day at the headquarters. After her mom had left her behind with a proud grin she had cried the whole day. She knew going back home wasn't an option that's why eventually she started the training becoming very good in a very short time even becoming a Hashira.

"So you had no choice at all?" Douma followed up. He had a point. There was always another option besides the training. She could have gone god knows where and no one would have stopped her. "I don't know... past a certain point it just felt right" she mumbles. Well that was half of the truth: When she discovered the full extent of her talent, she couldn't justify it anymore to step down from her post when she was one of the few people who were able to make a difference in the fight between humans and demons. Also she had developed the ambition to perfect her techniques to the maximum which was a never ending task.

"That's what I thought..." Douma says now rinsing her hair with warm water. Oh, so he did think about other things than killing and his dick, Miri huffs internally.  Why was she even talking to him about such intimate things. It almost seemed like she got lulled in by his gentle presence. Quickly she gets up and steps out of the bath. He wraps her into a big towel. "There are more than enough clothes outside, also I brought you some replacements for your uniform." He says and pushes her out of the bathroom with one hand on her back before closing the door again.

Miri takes a look at the new pieces on the bed. In general, all the pieces had a similar cut to her old uniform but they varied in color and fabrics. She hears Douma shower behind the door and decides to put on a light blue outfit before heading downstairs.

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On the way down she can already smell the hearty smell of food. Curiously, she steps into the kitchen to see Akaza in front of the stove and a big pot of risotto. His Hair is a bit ruffled and wet like he also took a shower. "Figured you still needed your daily portion of food" he says, with a little bored expression in his face that Miri was used to by now. It was already late at night and she didn't have anything for dinner yet, so she sat down at the table and began eating. It tastes absolutely amazing. For a demon, Akaza was a great chef.

As she continues to eat, Akaza sits down next to her. From the edge of her vision she could tell he was watching her subtly but she didn't mind at that moment still happy about the food. Shortly afterwards, Douma slurps into the dining room. Akaza turns towards him "Want some?" he asks. Douma takes a critical look at the table and his nose scrunches in disgust "I don't eat that kind of food" he grumbles and sits down on Miri's other side.

A little smile forms on Miris face at the sight of Douma complaining about the food. "Is that so funny, huh? How about I throw you on the table and eat you instead?" he proposes with a grin. Miri almost chokes on her food. Something about his looks and that evil shimmer in his eyes told her that he wasn't joking. "Relax Douma" Akaza laughs and pats his shoulder. "Come on, princess, time for you to go" With that words he stands up and starts cleaning the dishes.

He was right, she really needed to go to sleep, Miri thought suddenly feeling very tired again. Also she didn't want to test her luck with Douma's  constantly changing moods. "Goodnight then" she says timidly and leaves the dining room. Back in her room she lets herself fall into her cozy bed. The second she closes her eyes she falls into a deep sleep.

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