The village buzzed with life as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden hues over the joyous crowd. Lanterns swung from bamboo poles, their warm glow illuminating the celebration. Laughter and music filled the air as villagers danced and shared stories of bravery and resilience. Kohaku stood on the edge of the festivities, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he watched the scene unfold. Tonight, for the first time in what felt like ages, the weight on his shoulders had lifted.
The battle against the demon had been grueling, but together, they had prevailed. Kohaku’s gaze drifted to Core, who sat near a firepit surrounded by villagers eager to hear his recounting of the fight. Core's hair shimmered in the firelight, and his eyes sparkled with warmth as he humored the villagers with his modesty, brushing off their praises with a shy chuckle.
Kohaku couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Core had been instrumental in the battle yet there he sat, as humble as ever, more interested in ensuring the children by the fire had enough snacks than basking in the glory of their victory.
Kohaku glanced at the cup of warm sake in his hands, then back at Core. He suddenly had an idea. With quiet determination, he approached the communal table where villagers had laid out drinks and food. He selected a small clay cup and filled it with his favorite tea—fragrant and calming, a sharp contrast to the chaos they’d endured earlier in the day. Balancing the two cups, Kohaku weaved through the crowd toward the firepit.
The villagers fell silent for a moment, their curiosity piqued as the young demon slayer extended the cup toward his boyfriend.
“For you,” Kohaku said softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the crackle of the fire. His ears flushed a deep red, but he didn’t look away.
