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" Akaza "
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"Akaza."
(M/n)'s voice shook. His eyes widened, his heart heavy and his legs weak. It was not his plan to wish, for he knows what his wishes had come to do to this world.
He dares not to wish to be alive at times, let alone to be saved.
The younger male stared at the Pink haired demon, his face felt hot as his eyes prickle, while Akaza smiled, holding the male tight against his chest, the demon wishing he could just merge their bodies together forever and never let go.
"I'm sorry i took so long to get to you." The demon apologized, his own lashes held small prickles of tears, navy fingers digging into the smaller male's clothes.
"Forgive me?." Akaza smiled as (M/n) blinked softly, his own lips trembling.
What an embarassment it was, to wish for a demon to save him as a demon slayer.
Just as a large slash of ice and the leftover fading of moon patterns hit, Akaza jumped high, holding the Kinoe tighter around him, glaring at them both when the other two realized who's arms (M/n) was in.
Douma merely grinned widely, showing off the sharp canines as he fanned himself with his weapon, humming softly. While Kokushibo glared, if stares could kill, Akaza would be burried to the cores of the estate as of now.
To Douma, this was a mere game to grab back the male he once thought was just a plaything to doll with and get bored of, until he realized that in his demonic, emotionless self, still lingers want. A want so deep he could claw Akaza's face out infront of (M/n) just to psychologically affect the Kinoe to stay in line.
To Kokushibo, (M/n) is his everything. His body shook in anger as Akaza tightens his hold on the small male, wanting to rip (M/n) out of the upper third's arms and shield him, far far away from this place, where (M/n) is his and his alone.
