~Remember me~ KokuDou

This isn't too bad

"Don't get used to it." Michikatsu huffs, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Alright Michikatsu."

The silence was awkward, how were they supposed to make it less awkward?

"So you're a Hashira right? Are there Hashiras you greatly dislike?" The rainbow haired questioned the Hashira, not only to make it less awkward, but also out of curiosity.

Michikatsu contemplated on wether he should or shouldn't answer. The question itself wasn't personal, but he was talking to a demon so he should be more careful.

"I dislike all the Hashira except for one." The Hashira made sure he didn't mention the others.

Douma was bothered by another question, why did he show up?

"Actually, Michikatsu, why did you decide to show up? I'm sure you hate demons, and even tried to kill me, but why did you accept to meet me here tonight?" He inquired the crimson haired bloke, who was avoiding eye contact with him.

Truth to be told, Michikatsu himself had no idea why, while he made some hypothesis, he still couldn't give the exact answer. The answer that made some kind of sense, however, was there.

At first, he thought he did just to kill the demon, but now, he was interested in the demon. He was keen to find out more about the angelic demon.

"I was interested to know more about you." He admitted quite embarrassed.

Surprise. That's what Douma felt at the moment, he thought that he'd come to kill him. But this answer is better than the other conclusion.

"Isn't that just a coincidence? I was also intrigued the first time I saw you." Douma says while grinning brightly at Michikatsu.

'Should I tell him I saw him in my dream?' He considered, observing the demon that for some reason, was fidgety.

"And..I also saw you in my dream." He admitted hurriedly, wishing he could take his words back.

"You mean yesterday after our first meeting? I'm honoured, Michikatsu." Douma dramatically put his hand on his chest.

"No, I mean before..you know what? Just leave it." Michikatsu wished to drop the topic as soon as possible, but Douma, unfortunately, had undivided attention at the topic.

"No, no, no, no, please continue."

"Leave it!" Michikatsu snapped at the demon.

Douma had the puppy eyes, clearly begging him to continue.

"If you don't stop I swear I will leave." The moon Hashira threatened Douma, clutching the handle of his sword. If a glare could kill, Douma would be nothing more than a pile of ash.

Douma simply pouted, really dissatisfied with the answer, the now, moody Michikatsu responded to him with.

"Alright I apologise, I didn't know it made you this angry." Douma apologised faking his sadness.

Michikatsu upon seeing the sad expression, softened just a little, but still not regretting snapping at the demon. He should be grateful he didn't snap his neck.

Douma, clearly not bothered by the Hashira's earlier outburst, suggested they both should introduce themselves properly, without one trying to kill the other.

"Alright, what I think we should start from is telling what our hobbies are. I can start if you want!" When he heard a quiet 'hmm' from Michikatsu, he continued.