Something more fluffy, but imagine a survivor!reader with Oni. It's been a long series of trials you soaked in a mix of your own and other survivors blood maybe even other grossness from other killers your just stumbling around dazed when your lover if you could call him that collects you. You don't go back to the fire not tonight. You need a reset and not the one that leaves you cock dumb and fucked stupid...
No, Kazan has something different in mind dragging you to his person bath house on the estate having you scrub him first your limbs exhausted but you comply. He adores that about you, feeling the way you rise off the blood from his skin using floral soaps and warm water til he's sufficiently clean before turning you around so he may do the same to you.
It takes longer with you as he does this ritual by himself between trials taking care to be presentable for each and every trial. You can almost feel him frown as he makes notes of the new scars and wounds, you are a plaything he knows that, he shouldn't be attached but he is and he can't help but feel the tinge of anger seeing your wounds even if sometimes he is the one to inflict them himself. His fingers gingerly tracing each scar in awe and respect.
Kazan lips pressing against the crook of your shoulder. "Daisuki," he whispered pulling you into his arms carrying you out into the spring. You are perfection in your flaws and beauty. The way you feel pressed against his chest as he walks into the warm water with you letting you melt into him, his hands just stroking up and down your back coaxing you to relax.












