親密さ | 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘
↳（ yandere kny x fem! reader ）
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl suddenly wakes up in an otome game version of demon slayer, trying to gain the hearts of the target characters and win a happy ending while not realizing ju...
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"THAT human is strange, Douma," Daki uttered later that evening, currently standing within (Y/N)'s room along with Gyutaro and Douma, watching as she slept peacefully without an ounce of awareness to their presence.
"Isn't she?" Douma hummed.
"You know what Muzan-sama would say if he finds out you're keeping a human as a pet," she continued with a scoff. "It's detestable."
"Perhaps," he chuckled softly.
Gyutaro stared at (Y/N)'s form, wondering what it would feel like to cut open her flesh and feel her blood running down the palms of his hands. He had always reveled in the deaths of humans—humans who before had caused him nothing but misery and pain—without a care in the world, but there was something off about (Y/N) that he just couldn't pinpoint. After all, as he thought about her death, his lips twisted into a scowl that he couldn't be rid of. Perhaps her words were jarring to him in a sense that he couldn't un-hear them, his hand raising to once more scratch incessantly at his neck. Only this time, he was allowed to scratch until he bled, the wounds instantly closing up when he took his hand away, a clear sign of what he was.
"We'll be off then," Gyutaro rasped as he turned his back to (Y/N), despising what he was feeling. "Let's go, Daki. We still have a job to do."
"Fine," Daki complied.
With that, the two disappeared like phantoms in the night, leaving not a trace behind where those could spot them. Douma watched them go with an amused smile that slowly dimmed—but didn't disappear completely—before turning his attention back to (Y/N). Approaching her, he kneeled beside her, reaching his hand out to wrap around her throat, staring down at her with a cold gaze.
He could easily kill her there.
Snap her neck as if it were nothing.
It was then that (Y/N) shifted and mumbled something in her sleep, splitting him from his daze and forcing his hand away from her throat. Propping his elbow against his knee, he placed his cheek against his fist, watching her through lidded eyes. No, he couldn't kill her yet, as then he would lose a an entertaining factor to his already mundane and boring life.
Hm...
Is it only entertainment, though?
I wonder...
He then chuckled as he stood up.
Even if she is a Demon Slayer... I think I like her too much to kill her.
