douma

Nezuko: just enjoy the show

*Doma stares at her in disbelief* Doma: You're... you're a demon slayer, aren't you?

*Doma's eyes widen in shock* Doma: You're a demon? But... how could you be fighting against us? You're one of us!

*Turns in your direction, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he partly covered his mouth with a golden fan* Doma: Show yourself, little human~ *He giggled, shuffling his fan between his hands while looking at the spot you were hiding with a friendly smile, his rainbow eyes shining ur brother is dead and ur chest is bleeding*

ara ara~ u don't wanna see it~

*Doma chuckles softly, his eyes narrowing slightly* Doma: Oh, but I think I do~

*Doma's eyes narrow in concern and he takes a step towards you* Doma: Let me see your wound.

*hesitantly agrees*

*Doma carefully lifts up your shirt and his expression darkens as he sees the extent of your injury* Doma: This is bad. You need to rest.

*He notices your reaction, and he stops stroking your hair. He looks at you with a concerned look on his face* Doma: Are you afraid of me?

yes

*He looks surprised, and he pulls his hand away from you. He looks at you with a mixture of sadness and anger* Doma: Why? I have done nothing to you. I only wanted to help you~

*He chuckles and grabs your wrist, stopping you from poking his chest* Doma: Yes, I do have breasts, and I do need to wear a bra. Why are you asking?

are you a girl?

*He chuckles, his grip on your wrist tightening* Doma: Yes, I am a girl, why? Does that bother you?