valentines day specialllll 💗💗‼️

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They have arrived.

Akaza was too preoccupied this time. Too stressed to even begin to prepare for the onslaught of terror that came his way on this fateful day of each year.

He sat quietly in his abode. It wasn't anything special. He didn't have to sleep, so there wasn't a bed. It was a one room square hut, lacking of any windows. This was what he needed whenever the sun rose. Silence, and salvation from the unforgiving heat.

The sunlight didn't only burn his flesh. It burned his core, too, in a way he didn't quite understand. It couldn't be the remnants of something humane, nestled deep inside his cold heart. No, Akaza was Muzan's favourite. Muzan's favored servant wouldn't be lacking in resolve.

It was something else. Something else entirely. And sometimes, when the time was just right, and his chest began to tremor the hardest, Akaza would tap into it. He would close his eyes, focusing as hard as possible on that little pulse of something that couldn't possibly be his heart.

And, like magic, odd, nostalgic syllables would roll of his tongue, feeling right, but lacking meaning.

"Koyu..."

Akaza trailed off before he could finish. He could never stay in that state for too long. And, miraculously, as fast as the words came out, he'd meticulously forget them.

You know those moments, where you're abruptly in control of your breathing? They never last for long, do they? Just a minute or less of manual breathing, and then, like magic, you forget that the event ever happened. That's what Akaza felt like with the meaningless words he'd occasionally utter.

A slow huff left his lips.

He felt quite peacefully this Friday morning. Maybe this streak would keep going. Once the sun set again, Akaza hoped he'd find a strong slayer to spar with. And maybe they'd agree to becoming a demon. Oh, the endless possibilities of tonight. The prophecy was yet to be written.

As Akaza stood, in a state as close to bliss as a demon could be, he abruptly felt rumbling. That was normal. This little hut was stationed on a mountain. Rubble constantly rolled down the peak, but due to the hut's placing, the debris always meticulously avoided crushing it.

Akaza pauses as he hears more than just rumbling. He hears high pitched shouts. And in less than a second, the demon's soft yellow eyes morph into a sharp and panicked chartreuse.

What day is it!? Gosh, does he still have that idiotic cartoony calendar Doma gave him, Akaza's heart is in his ears in seconds, and any previous thoughts he had vanished. He runs around the little square hut in circles, finally finding the calendar under some dust.

The rumbling is getting closer.

He heaves and tears the calendar open, going straight to February and looking at what day of the weak it is.

His heart doesn't drop at the realization that today is the 14th. It doesn't even tremble.

No, it completely stops.

Akaza wishes time could stop too, but that's obviously not an option. It is only him who stays glued to his spot, helpless to the grotesque creatures about to barge into his hut in broad daylight. He is cornered. He is done for. He is absolutely fileted, fried, roasted, and served on a platter.

"AKAZAAAA!"

But, as he goes to scream bloody murder,

the strum of a biwa makes the scream stop in the middle of his throat.

Akaza lands roughly on the tatami floor of the infinity castle, reeling. Nakime stands beside his hunched and mortified form.

"..."

He stares blankly at the tatami matting.

He has survived another year. He slowly starts to smile. With three years of this tomfoolery successfully avoided, Akaza has high hopes that he'll be able to tackle the next one.

And that's when he heard the squeals from inside the castle.

"AKAZAAAAA!!"

"NOOOOOO!!!"