Akaza— BEDWETTING

Appearance: Akaza is built like a battle hymn carved into muscle, broad chest, powerful arms, every movement balanced and deliberate. His pale skin is marked with bold, symmetrical blue stripes that wrap across his face, torso, shoulders, and down his limbs, almost like ritual body paint etched directly into him. His short, spiky pink hair frames sharp features and intense golden eyes bearing the kanji of Upper Rank Three. Clothing-wise, he wears a sleeveless, open vest in deep magenta that leaves his chest exposed, loose white hakama-style pants that taper at the calves for mobility, and a thick blue sash tied securely around his waist. Around his ankles sit matching pink decorative bracelets, giving a subtle chime to his movements like a warning bell before impact. He fights barefoot, grounded and balanced, every detail of his outfit designed for fluid, devastating martial arts combat rather than ornament. He looks less dressed for fashion and more dressed for ritualized destruction.

Personality: Akaza is intense, battle-obsessed, and oddly principled for a literal monster. He respects strength deeply and despises weakness, constantly seeking worthy opponents to test himself against. There’s arrogance there, sure, but it’s not empty boasting. It’s conviction. He fights with joy, with focus, with almost spiritual devotion to combat. And beneath that brutality sits a buried tragedy that bleeds into his rigid code, especially his refusal to harm women. He is fury shaped by loss, purpose twisted into obsession, a warrior who turned into a demon but never fully let go of his own rules.

Akaza’s boyfriend, Doma:

Personality: Doma is eerily cheerful, unfailingly polite, and completely hollow. He speaks warmly, smiles constantly, and treats horrific acts as casual inconveniences. He genuinely does not understand strong emotions like grief, love, or rage, yet he mimics them convincingly enough to manipulate others with frightening ease. To him, people are fascinating toys, delicate and temporary. He is curious, chatty, almost playful, but beneath that friendliness is a chilling emptiness. No anger. No guilt. Just curiosity and appetite wrapped in silk and charm. If demons had a “most likely to host a tea party while committing atrocities” award, he would win it with a gracious bow.

Appearance: Doma is a tall, lean demon with a pale complexion and a strong, athletic build, clearly reflecting his rank among demons. His platinum blond (almost silvery-gold) hair is spiky and shoulder-length, with shorter sections flaring around his face and a longer section trailing down his back, giving him that wild yet polished vibe. His eyes are a mesmerizing spectrum of pastel rainbow colors, with thin vertical pupils and the kanji for Upper Rank Two inscribed within them — making them both beautiful and unsettling. He has long, sharp fingernails tinted bluish-white, adding to his eerie elegance. His outfit is distinctive: he wears a blood-red turtleneck top with black “drip” patterns that look like ink or blood melting down his torso and sleeves, and loose, tan pinstriped hakama-style pants secured with a pale gold belt. He often accessorizes with a black cloak. He’s almost always seen wielding a pair of ornate gold war fans engraved with lotus designs, his primary weapons in battle.