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As he closed his eyes for the final time, drawing air into his lungs one last time, Satoru Gojo knew he would win. He knew from the last time he looked at his kids, he'd win because of them.
Megumi, Yuji, Nobara, Maki, Yuta; those kids were his entire world after Suguru. If only he could've told them how proud they made him.
Maybe in another life.
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Gentle Rain and Perfect Gifts by Alucards_Shampoo
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
17 Jan 2026
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Akaza fumbled to stand straight, dusting off his chest frantically as he felt air fill his lungs on this inhale.
Standing there in the hallway, walls seeming to shrink ever closer he felt a rage bubbling up. There's only one demon whose blood demon art has this foul of an effect, Douma.
His nails dug deep into his palm just at the thought of him, ever since their first meeting he despised him. That hatred only grew after he took his position as Upper Moon Two. Douma was a prideful bastard, boasting about his cult, and proper diet to Akaza every interaction. Always telling Akaza how fond he was of him, striking a cord every time. Douma’s presence in any space felt like a chill over Akaza, making his shoulders tense and anger flare. As soon as Douma realized he never dared to eat women before he never stopped encouraging him to do so.
Akaza involuntarily snarled at the thought—maybe that was why Douma bested him.