wandering road, wherever you are

By: Aviantei

Demon!Rairi AU:

"Getting Worse 'Til There's Nothing Left"

"Do you understand the fucking position you're in?!"

Not at fucking all, judging by the defiant light still present in those deep brown eyes. Kaigaku's new demonic abilities include fabulous night vision, which means he gets the perfect view of Rairi on the ground, Kaigaku's sandal pressed into their chest, his sword stabbed into the ground mere centimeters away from their far too fragile neck as their braid splays like a snake in the dirt, their sword long gone from their hands, the entire sight as bright as if the two of them were in this moment at high noon instead of the middle of the night, as if Kaigaku can step into the warmth of the sun anymore.

Not even half a minute ago did Rairi charge at him, blade drawn, and it felt so much like sparring when they were all still in training, save for the look of pain and desperation on their face. This is the first time that Kaigaku's ever been able to knock them down in a fight, but he can't quite feel that rush of victory he's been chasing after for so long, because Rairi's form was sloppy, their heart not at all in the act of having to kill him, one of their precious kōhai.

(Kaigaku can't help but wonder: were they facing Zenitsu instead of him, if Rairi would have even bothered to draw their blade, or if they would have opened their arms and let Zenitsu devour them without fuss. Or maybe they love him so much more that they would have been able to muster the strength to save him, even if it meant rending his head from his body.

Either possibility makes Kaigaku sick.)

So, no, Rairi does not understand the fucking position they're in, and Kaigaku can't even imagine having that much gall to still want to struggle, half-assed as it is or otherwise. By this point in his own encounter with Kokushibō, right on this same goddamn road, he was already kissing the ground with his sword sitting useless in its sheath, begging for the fraction of a chance that he wouldn't have to die.

"You don't understand how powerful they are!" Kaigaku shouts, remembering the complete and primal fear of standing in the presence of the Upper Moon One, of Kibutsuji Muzan himself. It doesn't matter that Rairi's been able to achieve the title of Hinoe (one step above his post-defection title of Hinoto, as always); no one but a Hashira can stand up to that, and maybe not even them. It's a wonder the Demon Slayer Corps is still around, hasn't been razed to the ground with the power tucked away on the demons' side in this centuries-long war. "You can fight all you want, but you're never going to be able to defeat them. All you'd be doing is throwing your damn life away!"

Kaigaku used to think that his biggest fear was the possibility of having to make another decision like the one he did in his childhood at the temple. But he's lived through that scenario now, has made what some people would consider the worst choice, and he knows that thought was fucking wrong. His worst fear is Rairi dying, their body broken in battle, devoured by a demon without even a speck left to prove that they were ever alive.

Kibutsuji knows this, just like he knows every other thing in Kaigaku's head, and so he's provided the means to create a scenario where that doesn't have to happen while also furthering his own designs.

The tiny little vial of blood in Kaigaku's pocket feels like it weighs more than the world itself and his own heavy soul combined, and he needs to make this opportunity count or it's not even going to matter anymore that Kaigaku's still alive despite the astronomical odds.

"You're lucky, Rairi," he says, so very aware of how twisted of a thing that is to tell them whenever he's got his heel pushed into their ribs so hard that the bones would snap if he added just a little bit more pressure, but still meaning every word anyways. "He's interested in seeing you alive. So I can make sure you live. You just need to become a demon, too, and everything will be alright. You're strong; I'm sure you can survive the transformation." He pulls out the little vial, presents it at an angle so Rairi can still see it with their human eyes, even in the dark. "Just take it and drink it, Rairi. It's that easy."

He holds it above them, at a height they can still reach even when pinned down to the ground. Rairi's eyes go wide, but they don't move, not even a tiny twitch of movement to betray the possibility. They're too busy frozen in complete fear to make the call. Or maybe that's just their incredible willpower at display, too dedicated to their ideals to even consider taking the bait.

Except Kaigaku is strong now, so Kaigaku gets to make the rules. And, in that moment, he decides that he's not going to allow Rairi to walk out of this situation, not going to allow Rairi to make a choice that will just end in their death.

He pulls his sword from the dirt, breathes in, lets the Blood Demon Art he's been developing coat the blade in black electricity, and stabs it through the stupid matching triangle-patterned haori that they still wear around, through the material of the Corps uniform underneath, with a precision that just catches just above Rairi's shoulder without spilling blood. The Corps uniform is too tough to tear on a blade alone, which means that, once Kaigaku turns off his ability, the material won't rip apart, even if Rairi struggles, keeping them trapped on the ground. This is a step that is necessary, because in the next moment, Kaigaku shifts his foot, and even the split second he's not focusing on pinning them down would be too risky otherwise.

Kaigaku falls to his knees on top of Rairi and pushes the vial towards their mouth at the same moment that Rairi's hand snaps out towards it—not to accept it, but to try and smack it away. Kaigaku changes tactics, his palms bracing on either side of their left shoulder as he forces the joint out of place. Their arm thuds back to the ground, useless, and Rairi grits their teeth, hisses, but doesn't open their mouth, even when Kaigaku dislocates the right one as well. Frustrated, his hand snaps to the hilt of his sword, and he yanks it forward and down, the sharp edge of Nichirin metal slicing clean through flesh before catching in Rairi's collarbone. Rairi lets out a sound of pain that would be perfect to take advantage of if not for the sweet aroma of their blood washing through the air and almost sending Kaigaku to tear his fangs through their throat, so distracted that Rairi's lips press shut in the moment he's reigning himself in. Growling, he focuses and wills forth his black lightning again, the attack scorching and crackling as Rairi at last releases a scream, tears of shock and hurt welling in the corners of their eyes.

The cork pops off, bounces into the dark to never be seen again, and the container of Kibutsuji's blood is already halfway in Rairi's mouth whenever their teeth attempt to shut over it, useless as they clink against the glass. Rairi struggles, and Kaigaku's hands hold their head still, one caught in their hair, the other pushing the vial into place with his fingers splayed over their cheeks and against their nose so that he's almost smothering them. Rairi can't move their arms, but their legs are kicking and the rest of their body bucks, which would do something if they could breathe in the right rhythm to reach Total Concentration, if Kaigaku hadn't already enhanced his own body's strength enough that keeping them down is easy. He can get the barest of a glimpses of the vial in his grasp, but he doesn't let go until he starts to see the blood trickle away to leave a hazy red but unobstructed view through the glass, and then the flask falls aside to the ground, rolling into the forming puddle of Rairi's own blood spreading across the dirt.

Rairi makes a telling, saliva-filled sound, attempting to spit out the mouthful of liquid potential that Kaigaku knows is worth more than either of their weights in gold, and his lips slam down on theirs before they can go through with it. Rairi still pushes back, and Kaigaku's tongue shoves into their mouth, attempting to reach the back of their throat to get them to let down their guard and force them to swallow. Even the mere presence of Kibutsuji's blood crackling across his palate is enough to make him feel drunk, and Kaigaku bites down, his fangs slicing through the sides of both his and Rairi's tongues, catching on the gums, and, well—the taste of Rairi's blood on top of all that makes him fucking intoxicated, and it's just as much of a challenge to keep Rairi from pulling away as it is to not swallow the whole mixture himself.

Regeneration makes Kaigaku's wounds seal up quick, and he rips them open again, sticky and thick liquid almost dribbling out from the sides of their connected lips. Rairi is still fragile, still human, unable to heal as fast, unable to go for too long without breathing, and there's just so much they can do to fight off the instinct to live, the instinct to swallow as more and more blood pools together to submerge their molars, to sink into the back of Rairi's throat. The struggle lasts far longer than Kaigaku expected, as if they would rather drown like this than become a demon, too, but soon enough there's a gulp, and a gasp, and Kaigaku thinks he's at least earned enough of a treat to lick off their lips and enjoy what flavor he can get before pulling back, both of them wheezing for air, Rairi sounding the weakest he's ever heard.

"Why…?" they ask, and Kaigaku can't help but think they look beautiful, even like this.

"Because I need you to live," he whispers, and it's the first time he's ever been honest with them about that, when there would have been far better times before to bring it up. Rairi's cheeks are feverish; their eyes are sinking shut on the last time they'll ever be human. Kaigaku pats their hair, far too affectionate for the circumstances, but he feels like he should at least give them some form of comfort. "The transformation is the hardest part. It'll hurt. And you're going to sleep for a while. But you're strong, Rairi-senpai. You can make it. You'll survive this."

Rairi's already unconscious by the time he stops talking. Kaigaku stares a moment longer and repeats, "You'll survive this."

It's the first time since he ran from the temple that he's said anything even the slightest bit close to a prayer.

Kokushibō said that it takes much longer for those who know breathing techniques to complete the transformation into a demon, and Kaigaku knows this to be a fact from personal experience. When he came back to his senses, a little under a day and a half had passed, and he was in Infinity Castle for the first time, overwhelmed with a brand new type of hunger first and in awe at how ordinary the room with the tatami mats looked despite the very air itself feeling like an altogether different world second.

The thirty-seventh hour comes and goes, and Rairi is still asleep, and he'd think them dead if it weren't for the sound of their breathing, if it weren't for the strained look on their sleeping face as Kibutsuji's blood twists through their veins and rearranges their very being. The time drags on longer, and Rairi still doesn't wake up.

It's just more proof that Rairi is stronger than Kaigaku, though he knew that already.

The second day starts to melt into a third, and that's when Rairi stirs. Sitting at their side, waiting, Kaigaku glances over, watching their eyes open—same deep brown irises, new nightmare black sclera, the colors almost melding into one. Not much else about their appearance has changed just yet, save for the points in their ears and the fangs protruding from the otherwise even lines of their teeth. At this point, the most noticeable distinction between them now and them when they fell asleep is the loss of the triangle-patterned haori that Kaigaku sliced to shreds and further decimated to ashes with his Blood Demon Art before he scattered the remains to the goddamn depths of Infinity Castle.

Of course, their expression is different, too. Putting aside the blood cocktail Kaigaku forced them to swallow, Rairi hasn't eaten anyone yet, and that primal hunger has twisted their face into something like desperation and pain. Kaigaku knew this would happen, so he points over his shoulder, to where an unconscious human man lies, a life-sized ragdoll on the tatami mats. He's not dead yet; Kaigaku, now that he's eaten enough people to have a sample size to work with, prefers to eat while the flesh is still warm, while the blood is still hot, so he brought a snack that fits his tastes to give Rairi a good first meal. "You hungry? He's all yours."

Rairi lets out a sound between a growl and a moan, their eyes widening and drool starting to leak out of the corners of their open mouth as they take ragged breaths. The transformation starves new demons, and Rairi is no exception. That burning craving to eat overtakes every thought, so there's no way that they're present enough to still resist. But they still don't take the bait, as if something's stopping them.

"You wanna play morals now?" Kaigaku asks, just in case Rairi is somehow conscious in there so soon. If that bleeding heart of theirs was going to get them killed as a Demon Slayer, it'll get them obliterated as a demon. They won't even need to face a member of the Corps; the Upper Moons will annihilate them before they can get the chance to step outside of Infinity Castle, if Kibutsuji doesn't do it first. "Don't bother. This scumbag over here doesn't deserve to live." Rairi's eyes move to Kaigaku for a moment, though their glance doesn't linger too long, too enticed by the food before them. "Wanna hear what he used that life you're trying so hard to protect for? He abused everyone around him, took women and little kids off the streets and turned him into his playthings, tortured others within an inch of their lives and kept them alive like trophies. I know you, Rairi-senpai; if you ran into him when you were still human, you would have run your sword straight through his ribcage and not even looked back." Rairi's body trembles; their nails, now pointed into sharp claws, dig gouges into the tatami mats. Kaigaku's voice rises to an angry shout: "You need to eat to live anyways! I didn't do all this just so you would fucking starve to death!"

He takes out his frustration on the closest thing to him possible, with thing in this case happening to be the human's chest. Kaigaku's fist punches through flesh and ribs like they're made of wet rice paper, and then he rips the man's heart out, blood splattering everywhere and sending a feverish aroma through the air. Kaigaku ate right before he picked this asshole up, so he's not all that hungry, but Rairi is another matter, and if they can somehow resist this with the state they're in, Kaigaku's more than willing to repeat his earlier strategy and force the organ and all the rest down their throat, one fucking piece at a time—

He doesn't have to worry, though, because Rairi tackles him a second later. Kaigaku's so caught off guard that his back slams into the floor, his head bouncing, Rairi's braid following their momentum and smacking into his face like a whip. Rairi themself catches onto his wrists in a death grip as they devour the heart right from between his fingers. Any of Rairi's usual elegance is gone, and their teeth tear into the offering with an unrelenting feralness that Kaigaku once had himself as he scrambled to survive in the slums, muffled and desperate sounds sneaking into the air through what little space there is left in their stuffed mouth and throat to escape from. Fresh red paints over their cheeks, flicks into their eyebrows, and dribbles down their neck until it disappears under their Corps' uniform's collar. Sometimes, their new fangs sink into Kaigaku's hand in their haste, but his body's tough enough that Rairi, a newborn demon, can't break the skin. Soon, all the muscle of the heart is gone, and Rairi's lapping up the blood from his fingers, palm, and wrist with almost pitiful little whimpers as their tongue searches for more but can't find anything other than a few stray speckles.

And then they breathe in, catching the scent of the still bleeding corpse; Rairi launches off Kaigaku with the same force as they came at him, and they've descended on the human's body like it's the one puddle of water in the middle of an infinite desert. There's more blood splatter, the sound of ripping flesh and crackling bone, and Kaigaku sits up, leaning back on his palms and watching to make sure this isn't just some dream he's having. A sigh of relief leaves his lips as the sight of Rairi decimating the man's body registers, burns itself into his memory. Good. If they can eat, they'll be okay.

There is a lot of mass to any human body, let alone an adult one, and eating all the way through that takes time. Kaigaku's noticed that demons like Kokushibō can afford to be and are very selective with the bits they eat: Some will aim for certain demographics for their prey; some prefer just the flesh, others aim for specific organs, others like to crack bones as if they were crab legs and suck the marrow right out like it's some delicacy, discarding the empty shells afterwards. Kaigaku's favorite part has become the blood, though he finds surprising new flavors and textures with each person he consumes. Rairi, on the other hand, eats the man all the way down to and including the skeleton without discrimination, and all that's left of him is the tattered ribbons that were once his clothes and the blood on the tatami mats that Rairi scoops up in their palms and tosses back like a shot of sake, after which their red-stained hands fall to their sides while they direct an empty stare at the ceiling, trying to catch their breath.

Kaigaku's about to shuffle closer and chance putting a hand on Rairi's shoulder when there's the twang of the biwa from the depths of the castle, and a voice says, "So you've woken up."

Kibutsuji's presence invades the room afterwards, and Kaigaku repositions into a bow from his previous posture, ending in a final pose that he doesn't dare budge from, no matter how uncomfortable it is. Rairi doesn't move, still high from their first time eating another person, and Kaigaku curses his bangs; even as short as they are, from this angle, the dark hair blocks out bits of his view, and he can't afford to shift even the slightest bit to see what's going on. Kibutsuji's killed demons for less, and there's an absolute terror in Kaigaku that Rairi's going to be the next to fall, and why are they out of reach, they need to be closer so he can push them into a show of respect, keep them safe and alive.

It would, Kaigaku knows, serve him just right that if he lost Rairi right now, after everything he's done, the perfect slice of karma to reset the balance on his miserable life before tossing him straight into hell anyways.

Whatever purpose Kibutsuji has in coming here, it doesn't seem to involve turning Rairi into a smear of blood on the walls just yet, though Kaigaku doesn't want to get his hopes up. Kibutsuji makes a contemplative sound in the back of his throat, and Kaigaku can do nothing but listen and wait to see what happens. "You seem to be the one that outsider was talking about."

Kaigaku thinks once more of Shimizu—and then Rairi gasps, and that's all he has the capacity to care about. No sounds of pain follow, though there's a thump as Rairi slips to the floor hours or minutes later, right into the thin strip of Kaigaku's vision, their eyes wide but their lungs still moving their chest, still breathing.

"Fascinating," Kibutsuji says, and Kaigaku assumes that the man has combed through Rairi's memories. "You are an outlier, too—though your understanding of what's to come for us is nonexistent." What the hell does that mean? Is Rairi not going to be useful enough to be worth the resources Kibutsuji spent on letting Kaigaku transform them? Kaigaku considers begging—it seems to be all he's capable of doing that gets results, anyways—clenches his jaw shut so he doesn't get punished for speaking out of turn, and realizes there would be no point in saying the words out loud because Kibutsuji already knows, just like he knows everything else that happens in Kaigaku's and every other demon's heads whenever he bothers to look. "Even so, you are a piece that was not in the equation before. I suppose I can use that."

It's a good thing Kibutsuji says those words, because the next thing Kaigaku sees is the man's finger stabbing into Rairi's forehead, right through the bone and straight to the brain. Rairi writhes in agony and lets out a strangled scream, veins throbbing through the skin on their neck as more of Kibutsuji's blood invades their body not even any time after they've already finished recovering from the first dose. Kaigaku knows how painful the process is from experience—and then he's sharing the feeling in the next moment with Rairi as something he can't see rips through the precise spot where his spinal cord connects to his skull, and then there's fire searing through every part of his body as Kaigaku slams his eyes shut and opens his mouth in a soundless scream, as if that will bring any sort of relief.

There is no doubt that Kibutsuji is the strongest one in the room, that Kibutsuji gets to and will always get to make the rules.

Plenty of demons have died because they can't handle the power that Kibutsuji's blood possesses, and Kaigaku wonders if he's one of them, just as much of a loser as he berated Zenitsu to be. But Rairi's voice—in agony and sounding like they're in tears, but Rairi's nonetheless—finds him, reminds him of why he's going through all this.

I'm not going to just fucking die, not now, not when I have them—!

That anger and desperation keeps Kaigaku hanging on, keeps him the fraction of sane he can still lay claim to, and then the burning feels a little less like hell and a little more like power as the seconds crawl on past.

"You wanted them here, Kaigaku," Kibutsuji says, as dispassionate as ever. "You're responsible for them. Make sure they become an asset to me. I do not take to disappointment well."

Kaigaku doesn't even have the breath to say Yes, sir before the biwa twangs again and the floor disappears beneath him. Kaigaku and Rairi plummet for what feels like ages before they slam down onto the earth, the aura of the castle replaced with fresh air. Their bodies bounce from the force of impact and land closer together, though neither of them yet has the ability to do more than just lie there. The night is cool, the moon hangs high in the sky, and Kaigaku's mouth tastes like bile and road dust—but he's alive, and Rairi's alive, and as long as the two of them survive, they can win, can be the strong.

The first thing Rairi does when they have the strength to move is reach out for Kaigaku, and he pushes down the pain still coursing through his body to grasp their trembling hand.

The conditions for being an asset to Kibutsuji are at first glance simple: eat humans, grow in strength, destroy Demon Slayers. Of course, it's not a matter of anything goes. The list of things that can deem you no longer worth the privilege of remaining under Kibutsuji's services is long enough to wrap around the globe and still leave plenty of paper to roll into a noose so strong that it could choke the life right out of you. Kaigaku didn't give himself the liberty to fuck up when it was just him before, and he's sure as hell not giving himself the liberty to fuck up now when Rairi's on the line, too, so his course of action is clear.

Survival granted from Kibutsuji and the fresh craving for blood lead to the next item on his to do list being to get them both some fucking food before finding a place to hide away in for the day. At least Nakime dumped them outside of the castle where they started, which means Kaigaku already has a hidey hole in this area they can use. Now they just need to find someone to eat beforehand, and then he can chart out a more long-term course of action.

Kaigaku doesn't give the slightest shit who ends up in his stomach, though he did make a careful selection when picking out the human for Rairi's first meal. The degenerate was on his list anyways, but it seemed essential to give Rairi someone they couldn't bitch about deserving to live. With the threat of a deadline—one as uncertain and terrifying as Kibutsuji's whims, but a deadline nonetheless—to contend with, though, there is no room to be so picky. If Rairi can't accept that—

Well, it's not as if Kaigaku's respected any of their wants since they saw each other again two nights ago. What's another fault on his part going to do now? Make them despise him more than they must already do? He'd rather stand face to face with their ire than their death.

Rairi hasn't come to themself yet, so Kaigaku doesn't know if that's how they do feel about the situation, but it's a distinct possibility that he's accepted. Rairi still seems like they're caught in a dream, but they follow close after him, their footfalls as silent and graceful as before the transformation. Out of everything, their absolute subservience is what unsettles him the most. Rairi will be respectful to those who've earned it, like Sensei, but they are not docile.

Kaigaku daydreams about them snapping back, lecturing him, just so things might feel like they're normal again.

Nothing is normal, though, and the night is quiet. Kaigaku spent years in the slums, drinking mud and eating trash to survive, so he knows where to look, where to find people that no one will care about when they disappear. Sure enough, he sees someone passed out on the side of the road after not much time at all searching; a little bit scrawny for his tastes, but with Kibutsuji's fresh dose of blood burning through his resources, Kaigaku can't complain. He can get picky with his prey when there's no longer the threat of Kibutsuji's demands hanging over his head, when he's become strong enough to earn that privilege. Right now, he needs to survive.

Though he was never one of them, Kaigaku knows that there are plenty of people in the slums, just like this one, that would consider their sudden deaths a mercy.

He stops on the rooftop above his target, and Rairi lands beside him. They step forward, body poised to launch, but look to Kaigaku first, as if awaiting his say so. There's a spark of something in those eyes, but Kaigaku can't say what, so he just nods, and then Rairi dives off the side of the building.

He gave them back their sword, but the katana hangs untouched from their belt. Instead, their mouth is their weapon, fangs ripping right through the human's throat, a kill that doesn't allow for any screams. Kaigaku uses his vantage point to look over the streets for any passerby, but there's no one out this late at night. And so what if there were? Rairi was the latest Demon Slayer to come to this area, Kaigaku offed their dumb mentee, and it will be at least a week before someone else gets deployed. Anyone that stumbles onto the scene will be defenseless, and Kaigaku has no qualms about adding them to the metaphorical dinner table.

By the time he touches down by Rairi, they've already started devouring whatever they can stuff in their mouth, as desperate as ever, tears spilling out of their eyes and tracing disorientingly clean lines through the muck on their face. Kaigaku doesn't even know why he does it, just that in the next moment that passes he's pressed himself up against Rairi's back, his arms around their waist, whispering little nonsense sounds that are more suited for the side of a baby's crib than this macabre night.

"It's awful, isn't it? Being hungry like that. Don't worry. Eat as much as you want, Rairi-senpai. I'll take care of you. We'll make it through this, okay? Just keep eating. Just keep fighting. I won't let you disappear. I promise."

Kaigaku can't tell if the words are more for Rairi or himself, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't fucking matter. In time, Rairi's pace slows down enough that Kaigaku feels safe enough to reach out a hand and rip off some food for himself, his other arm still locked around their waist. Rairi doesn't erase this corpse to the same extent as the last one, but they do still crunch through the bones and swallow every bit that ends up in their mouth. Kaigaku is a little more measured with his selections, but he's feeling so ravenous that he doesn't take the moment to savor it as much as he would otherwise. Together, the two of them reduce the body to nothing save for a few scattered bones and the blood that's soaked into the dirt, the filthy rags that served as the human's clothes blending right in with the rest of the garbage scattered in this cesspool. Kaigaku cups Rairi's cheek, turns them to face him, and licks up the traces of gore smeared over their skin before kissing them. Rairi's tongue catches some of the flavor from his mouth, and they sigh, their forehead bumping into his, looking dazed.

"Feeling better?" Kaigaku asks, and Rairi nods. The "Good" that slips out of him is genuine, as is the accompanying relieved sigh, and Kaigaku pulls himself to his feet, lifting Rairi along with him. The two of them are a matching pair: the now expelled students of Kuwajima Jigorō, exhausted, messy, and still wearing the uniforms of an organization they will never again be a part of. "Come on. Let's get somewhere we can rest." Surviving is possible, surpassing Kibutsuji's expectations is possible, keeping Rairi alive is possible, even more so if the two of them face things together.

The day when their eyes will bear the markings of the Twelve Kizuki's Upper Moons—Rairi the new Five and Kaigaku the Six—is not far off.

[Author's Notes]

Haha, anyone that knows me knows I can't resist angst and demon hours. I feel like that's...the quintessential kny AU. This is the main demon AU I kick around, diverging from part 33 of walk steady. I don't think I ever would've taken the main fic this direction, but it's a what if I couldn't get out of my head whoops.

Thanks toForgeandGred4Ever, Mirames, kaede97, BubbleManiac201, Mrfa, obsidian2584, Pollius, and kvasi for the favs, follows, and review on this and the walk steady works as a whole! I was super sick this past week, so like drop me a comment to boost my mood or something lol.

Update on the upcoming nsfw collection, it will be titled night streets, free walking (see I'm clever I swear), and I have plans to upload the first part of that in April. The best way to keep an eye on that is to pop a follow on me or follow the walk steady collection on AO3, so yeah, that'll be a time (and this particular one shot has a sequel that's gonna be part of it, lol). I swear I pulled together some fluff for that one, I promise.

Title for this one is from Fall Out Boy's "From Now On, We Are Enemies," which continues to be my go to for all things Kaigaku oriented, I guess.

Next time is a short Dai Gyakten Saiban AU drabble! Please look forward to it!

-Avi

[02.04.2023]