#lower moon

His main love languages? Quality time and acts of service.

He’s not the type to gush, but oh my god if you so much as say, “This room’s a bit messy,” you blink and the room is spotless — like the furniture’s rearranged, the air smells like cedar, and you’re wondering if he lowkey hired an interior designer.

When he drums the house to shift rooms, he will always make sure you don’t get motion sickness. He times it perfectly so you never lose your balance.

He’s touch-starved but also shy ASF. Near the other ranks? Barely brushes your hand. In private? His hands are always resting on you somewhere — knee, back, waist — like you’re an anchor keeping him from drifting.

His hugs are warm but so still that it feels like you’re being held by a literal wall of comfort. You melt into him, and he just rests his chin on your head, listening to your heartbeat like it’s a lullaby.

Kyogai 100% writes you poetry — but he never hands it to you directly. He’ll leave them in books you’re reading, between your pillows, or tucked somewhere into your kimono.

The poems? Soft but tragic. Like “I could devour you whole, yet I crave only your warmth.”

He’s also the type to brew blood tea for you while you read to him out loud. If you ever read one of his works aloud? His heart is gone. He’s already mentally planning the wedding.

He doesn’t go full feral guard dog unless you’re actually threatened — then it’s claws out, drums beating, walls flipping, and your enemies getting shredded into confetti.

If he sees you scared or uncomfortable? The room shifts instantly to somewhere safe and quiet without you even noticing his hand moving to the drum.

He’s a sucker for slow evenings — taking night walks, quiet music, rain sounds from outside the shifting walls.

The bed? Always warm, blankets perfectly tucked. He’s the kind to wait until you fall asleep first before letting himself rest, because he likes watching your breathing even out.

Sometimes, he’ll hum deep, soft notes that make your chest vibrate — a weirdly calming demon lullaby.

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🚂 It’s been awhile sense you and Enmu have started dating, he adores you! Almost as much as he adores Muzan.

🚂 You both met on a train (he refuses to leave the train, I don’t make the rules) Originally he just thought you were like any other passenger, but he quickly realized that wasn't correct by the way you were drooling over the interior of the train. (yes I made you a train fucker（●≧艸≦) hehehe)

🚂 Needless to say, it was love at first fifteen seconds.

🚂 Enmu loves you a lot, he's never met someone who can match or handle his behavior! You would have him sit on your lap while you both fawn over each other and the train. One hand on each others waist, thighs, and the other on the leather train seat. ( (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Freaks✧ )

🚂 On one of theses day's Enmu was sitting on your lap talking about Muzan and how lovely he looked that day ( Remember you're second best _(´ཀ`」 ∠)_ ) His hand was slightly under your shorts, his hand was caressing your thigh feeling your soft flesh. He feels random rough parts on your thigh. He chose it to ignore it for now.

🚂 It didn't take him long to find out

🚂 He had just gotten done eating (he didn't save you any btw) he walked to back of the train to go see you. Enmu I had feeling why you were back there. He wasn't dumb he found out about your scars awhile ago. Kinda hard not to when he's always begging for intimacy.

🚂 Enmu opens the door quietly, he makes his way over to you.

🚂 He see's a pile of dirty bandages, he see's a little of your skin exposed and see's the cuts on your thighs. Some where bleeding probably from stretching them (I hate when that happens, hurts like a mf ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽)

🚂 Enmu has never confronted you, nor has he ever tried to comfort you. reminder he is a masochist sadist. But you are his romantic partner and he will try his best for you.

🚂 He he gets on all fours and crawls over to you. (ฅ(=ʘⰙʘ=) he's your discord kitten 💀) You felt him brush against your legs, you jump a little dropping your badges. Quickly you realize it's just Enmu. He lays his head on your thigh staring at your cuts and scars. "Enmu? what's wrong, are you hungry?"

🚂 He licks your thighs, this sends chills down your spine. You rub his head as he kinda loses himself, he starts nibbling your thighs. Ya sure, enmu may not understand but he will try his best to comfort you in his own ways.