(Okay I'm sending this to start the roleplay. You might want to look at the pinned post I have in Hikari's account explaining her lore and info about her if you don't already know it @hikari-the-angel)
It was late at night. The sky was a dark blue, almost black, with the stars twinkling within it. The moon shone brightly, not unlike the many lanterns and lights that lined the streets of Asakusa. The chattering and bustle of people filled the district. And within them, the Demon King walked among them, blending into the crowd.
Hikari had happened to also be there, albeit a few blocks away. She hadn't been able to sleep that night. Her mind was too consumed by her worries and contemplations. She thought maybe taking a midnight stroll in her human disguise and getting fresh air would help ease her mind, but nothing seemed to calm it.
'I can't stop thinking about it... Are they really all truly evil?' she wondered.
Being too deep in thought, she didn't notice the man that had turned the corner from a nearby alleyway in her direction. A sharp, surprised gasp escaped her lips as she collided into his hard chest.
Hikari blinked for a few moments as she tried to process what had just happened. When she realized that she had accidentally crashed into a stranger's muscular torso, her porcelain cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. She immediately pushed herself off him and took a step back.
"Ah! I'm so sorry sir! I-I wasn't looking where I was going and I... I bumped into you," she spoke in a gentle yet nervous apology as she bowed her head. She couldn't bare to look at him just yet from the embarrassment she was feeling.
The collision barely registered as a physical impact to him; it was like a leaf drifting against a stone wall. Muzan (in his Tsukihiko disguise) stops instantly, his posture remaining perfectly upright and elegant. For a fraction of a second, a flash of pure annoyance darkens his crimson eyes at the sheer incompetence of a human bumping into him, but it vanishes just as quickly beneath a polished, gentle smile.
He adjusts the brim of his white fedora with a gloved hand and looks down at the bowing girl. His voice, smooth, deep, and perfectly calm, cutting through her nervous apology.
"There is no need to apologize so profusely, young lady," he says, his tone dripping with a carefully crafted, comforting warmth. He takes a half-step back to give her space, embodying the perfect image of a concerned, upper-class gentleman. "It is quite alright. Asakusa is crowded tonight, and the lights can be rather distracting. Are you hurt?"
Beneath his gentle demeanor, his sharp senses pick up on something that makes his muscles grow taut. It is unnoticeable, yet all of his senses were screaming at him.
The scent of this...human was intoxicating.
When was the last time he smelled such a thing?
Perhaps, was this even more powerful than Marechi?
He continued analyzing her, searching for any sign that she might be more than a simple human blocking his path.
