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The door slid open and there he was… Douma, all rainbow eyes and that annoyingly calm smile that somehow made your stomach twist. "Well well well… look who’s still alive."
You sat up, crossing your arms. "Yeah. Still alive. Not like you could have done much...Me? Survived. You? Barely."
He chuckled, that melodic, soft laugh of his echoing in the room. "Barely? I think you’re underselling me."
You raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure. That’s why I’m here and not, you know… crushed into a pile on the floor."
He tilted his head, studying you like you were a puzzle he actually wanted to solve. "You’re sharp. And… entertaining. Most humans just scream or faint."
You scoffed. "I’m like most humans just goofy and weird!!! Obvious, right?"
He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. "No, not obvious. And I like that about you."
Your eyebrows shot up. "You like me? Wait, hold on..what does that even mean coming from you?"
He smirked wider, and it made your cheeks heat up. "I like that you don’t pretend. That you fight back. That you… talk too much sometimes. It’s refreshing."
You blinked. "Refreshing? That’s your flirting? That’s so… Douma."
He laughed softly again. "I’ll take that as a compliment."
You rolled your eyes but the corner of your lips twitched. "Yeah yeah… I’ll let you have that one. Don’t get used to it though."
He stepped closer, slowly, not closing the distance too fast, just enough to feel the tension. "I won’t. You’re too entertaining to be predictable."
You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head. "You really think you can charm me, huh? Well newsflash, I’m hard to charm."
"Challenge accepted" he said, leaning on the desk by the bed, casually watching you. "But I’m not in a rush. I enjoy the game."
You raised a brow, smirking despite yourself. "Game? You mean you staring creepily while I roll my eyes? Because that’s literally what you’ve been doing this whole time."
He chuckled, and the sound made your chest tighten. "Maybe. But your reactions are… interesting. More than I expected."
You groaned, flopping back onto the bed again. "Ughhh fine. Maybe I’m warming up to your annoying face a little. But don’t let it go to your head."
He leaned in just slightly, close enough that your heart started racing. "Too late for that, Y/n-chan. I already have it."
You groaned, hiding your face in the pillow. "Ughhh! You’re impossible. I swear, you’re literally impossible."
He crouched down so he was at eye level, a playful glint in his rainbow eyes. "And yet..you can’t look away, can you?"
You peeked at him through the pillow and stuck your tongue out. "Maybe..but that doesn’t mean I like it."
He laughed softly, shaking his head. "I like it anyway."
You groaned again, but there was a small smile tugging at your lips. "Fine… maybe I’ll let you stay in the room for a bit. But no funny business!"
Douma’s grin widened, that lazy, mischievous tilt of his head making your chest twist in ways you refused to admit out loud. "No funny business? That’s a shame… I was just starting to enjoy this little.. Banter! "
You rolled your eyes, plopping back onto the bed with a dramatic groan. "Banter? Really? "
He chuckled softly, stepping closer and letting his gaze linger on you, though never in a way that felt suffocating. "I like using words like that when you get that annoyed little frown on your face. It’s..cute."
You froze mid-roll of your eyes, glaring at him from beneath your lashes. "Cute? Me? Bro, you’re crazy if you think I’m cute."
"And yet..you’re still smiling." He leaned against the wall, arms crossed casually, eyes flicking down to the faint curve at your lips. "I’d say that’s a win for me."
You groaned, pretending to hide your grin with your hand. "Ughhh, whatever. You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?"
He tilted his head, a playful glint in his rainbow eyes. "I prefer ‘charmingly ridiculous.’ But if you want, I can just be ‘ridiculous’ for you."
You laughed, throwing a small pillow at him. "Pfft! Don’t test me, Douma. You might regret it."
He caught it easily, spinning it in his fingers before handing it back. "I like risks."
You tilted your head, suddenly curious. "Huh… you actually ever risk anything that’s not people’s lives?"
He shrugged, leaning a bit closer, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. "Depends. If it’s someone who’s..interesting, maybe."
You raised a brow, crossing your arms. "Someone interesting, huh? And what makes me… interesting?"
His smile softened slightly, a rare moment of warmth slipping through. "You don’t scream. You don’t beg. You..fight back. You don’t act scared all the time. Most humans just give up. You..don’t."
You blinked, a little stunned. "…Wow. That’s… actually a nice thing to say, I guess."
He tilted his head, eyes flicking down to your arms and then back up. "I don’t usually say things like that."
You smirked, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. "Well, I guess I’m special then. Don’t get used to it though."
He laughed, a soft, low sound that made the room feel smaller, warmer somehow. "I won’t. But… I do like seeing that side of you. The side that’s not… afraid. Not fake."
You rolled your eyes, but your grin was genuine this time. "Yeah yeah… I’ll give you that one. But don’t think I’m suddenly gonna like you or anything. You’re still annoying as hell."
He leaned back against the wall, his grin widening, but it wasn’t the usual teasing smirk it felt… softer. "I wouldn’t dream of it, Y/n-chan. I just… enjoy your company. That’s all."
You laughed, lying back on the bed with a dramatic sigh. "Huh… you saying you enjoy my company is somehow creepier than you trying to flirt with me."
He tilted his head, mock-offended. "Creepy? Me? That’s harsh."
You snorted, finally letting yourself relax a little more. "Nah, it’s… kind of growing on me. But don’t get too cocky. I can go from tolerating you to hating you real fast."
He smirked, a flicker of genuine interest in his rainbow eyes. "I like the challenge. You’re...unpredictable. And I enjoy that."
You blinked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Enjoyable, huh? That’s a weird word choice. But I’ll take it."
He stepped a little closer, leaning against the bed frame casually. "I’ll take it as a win. You warming up to me just a tiny bit..that counts, right?"
You groaned, pretending to cover your face with your hands. "Ughhh, maybe. But don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’re still...you..a femboy lookin' aa demon..."
He laughed softly, and it wasn’t the playful laugh from before it felt calmer, almost… genuine. "I’ll take it. Being ‘me’ is the only way I know how."
You peeked at him through your fingers, smirking. "Yeah… well, I guess I can tolerate you for now. But that’s it. Just… tolerating."
He crouched slightly, getting closer to your level, eyes soft but still teasing. "Tolerated by you… I’ll take that as a compliment. I’ll cherish it darling~!! "
You snorted, rolling your eyes but feeling a small warmth spread in your chest. "You’re ridiculous, Douma. But...fine. I’ll tolerate you for tonight."
You flopped back against the pillows, letting out a dramatic groan. "Ughhh… I’m too tired for this crap."
Douma leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, eyes scanning you with a lazy smirk. Then he kicked off the wall, landing closer with a soft thud. "Too tired for what? Talking to me?"
"Yeah! Talking… breathing… existing near you," you muttered, rolling your eyes and pulling the blanket over your shoulders.
He crouched down so he was level with the bed, grinning like he knew a secret. He poked your side lightly, just enough to make you squirm. "Existing near me? Sounds harsh… but you’re kind of cute when you squirm."
You yelped and shoved his hand away, huffing. "Hey! Don’t touch me!"
He laughed, stepping back a little, but didn’t leave. "Noted… I’ll only lightly prod you then." His smirk stayed, but there was a strange softness in his eyes now.
You groaned, flopping onto your stomach. "Ugh, why are you still here? Go find someone else to bother, creep."
Douma’s fingers lightly traced the edge of the blanket near your shoulder. "Someone else wouldn’t be as interesting… or as stubborn."
You froze, catching him mid-motion, then shot him a glare over your shoulder. "Stubborn? Me? Pfft, please. I’m just not stupid enough to swoon over some rainbow-haired freak."
He tilted his head, mock-offended. "Rainbow-haired freak? That hurts… I’m emotionally wounded now."
You snorted, grabbing a pillow and lightly tossing it at him. He caught it effortlessly and tossed it back, grinning. "Careful, or I’ll start thinking you like throwing things at me."
You lunged to snatch the pillow again, narrowly missing him as he sidestepped with a smooth motion. "Not… liking you is my cardio, alright?"
He laughed, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulder as if you weren’t moving circles around him. "Your cardio’s impressive… and entertaining."
You rolled onto your side again, propping your head on your hand. "Entertaining, huh? Careful, you might start thinking you’re funny."
Douma crouched lower, leaning just close enough for you to feel his presence, but not touching. "I am funny… at least to people who appreciate me. Guess you’re slowly warming up."
You narrowed your eyes, smirking. "Warming up? Maybe. But don’t get cocky. I’m still going to tell everyone you’re annoying behind your back."
He laughed so lightly it made your chest feel weird. "Deal. But you’ll probably tell me too."
You glanced away, pretending to pout. "Maybe… not. You’re already too full of yourself."
He leaned back slightly, flicking his wrist lazily. "Full of myself? Nah… I just know what I like. Like watching you argue, squirm, and secretly smile. "
You twitched at the subtle comment, shifting under his gaze, but your voice stayed steady. "Keep dreaming, Douma."
He leaned forward again, elbows on the bed frame, eyes catching yours. "Maybe I am but I like dreams. And right now, you’re making this one very...fun."
You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes but smiling against your will. "You’re such a pain."
He grinned wider, leaning just slightly closer, letting his hand hover near yours without touching. "Maybe… but at least I’m a pain you notice."
You blinked at him, caught between rolling your eyes and letting a small laugh slip. "Ugh… why do you have to be so so..irritatingly confident?"
He leaned back, resting on his elbows, smirking like he’d won a point. "Because it works. Look at you… still talking to me."
You huffed, tugging the blanket higher around your shoulders. "Yeah… because you’re stuck here, idiot."
Douma tilted his head, amused, and lightly tossed the pillow at your feet. "Stuck here… huh? Maybe I don’t mind being stuck. Especially with you."
You shot him a look and nudged the pillow away with your foot. "You’re such a bitch."
Instead of answering, he walked closer, slow and casual, like he was taking his time on purpose. He stopped right beside the bed and tapped the blanket you were cocooned in. "You’re hiding."
"I’m resting."
"Mhm. Sure." He reached forward and flicked your forehead. "Resting."
You slapped his hand away, but you were smiling. "Keep touching me and I’ll kick you out."
He chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed without asking. The mattress dipped under his weight, pulling you slightly toward him. He didn’t move away.
"You smell like sweat," he said, leaning in a little.
You nudged his shoulder. "You watched me train for hours. What do you expect? Roses?"
"Roses would be lovely on you" he teased.
"Shut up." You rolled your eyes, but your face was heating up and he definitely noticed.
Douma reached for your blanket again, tugging it down just enough to see your face clearly. His fingers brushed your cheekbone, warm and soft in a way you didn’t expect from him.
"You look tired… but cute."
You froze. "Why are you being nice? You’re freaking me out."
He laughed under his breath. "I can be nice when I want to."
"No you can’t," you shot back, pushing lightly at his chest.
His hand caught your wrist. Not tight. Just holding. "Maybe I want to… for you."
Your pulse jumped way too fast. You tried to pull your hand back but he kept it, gently, thumb brushing your skin like he was distracted by the texture.
"Let go."
"Say please."
"Oh my god." You grabbed a pillow with your free hand and smacked him in the face.
He burst out laughing, letting go instantly. The pillow bounced off his forehead and landed in his lap
"Deserved..!! "
He leaned back on his hands, looking at you with that annoyingly relaxed smile. "You know..I forgot how fun you are up close."
You kicked at his leg, lightly. "Don’t get used to it."
"But I already am." He shifted closer again, close enough that your knees brushed. "And since I’m 'stuck' here… you should keep me entertained."
You raised a brow. "Entertained how?"
He tapped your temple. "With that sharp little attitude of yours."
You blinked. "...That’s it?"
He smirked. "For now."
You narrowed your eyes at him. "You’re acting weird."
"Am I?" Douma stretched his legs out like he owned the place and leaned back, looking way too comfortable on your bed. "Maybe the air in your room is making me honest."
"Honest about what?"
He didn’t answer right away. He reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair off your cheek, slow enough that you felt your whole body tense.
"About liking this," he said softly. "Being here. With you."
Your brain short-circuited for a second. "Stop saying stuff like that. You’re confusing."
"Good," he said, smiling. "I like you confused. You make cute faces."
You grabbed the pillow he had thrown earlier and shoved it into his chest. "Get out."
He didn’t budge. He just laughed and caught the pillow, hugging it like it was nothing. "If you really wanted me gone, you’d kick me out for real."
You grabbed his collar so fast he didn’t even get the chance to finish laughing. His eyes went wide for half a second as you yanked him off the bed and started dragging him toward the door.
"Y/n-chan..wait-"
"I’M NOT KIDDING BITCH!! I SAID OUT!!"
His feet slid across the floor like you were hauling a shopping bag, not a full grown demon. He wasn’t resisting at all. If anything, he looked entertained. Completely useless.
"Oooh, you’re strong tonight" he giggled, still getting pulled like a ragdoll. "Should I be scared?"
"Yes. Be terrified."
"But you won’t actually throw me-!"
You shoved him out the door and slammed it shut right in his face.
A beat of silence.
Then a soft, muffled, "Y/n-chaaaan..that was rude."
You tossed yourself back onto the bed with a heavy exhale, blanket over your head. "Good. Stay there."
Another pause.
Then his voice again, quietly amused. "Can I at least say goodnight...?"
You threw a pillow at the door. "NO."
He laughed, a low warm sound, and you heard him step away, but not fully leave. Like he was leaning against the wall outside, still close.
"Alright. Goodnight then," he said softly. "Sleep well."
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