Second Person POV:

You squint your eyes open, a sense of excitement overwhelming you as you begin to see the colorful lights of a bustling city fill the horizon ahead of you. As you near the place, the wind snapping against your face slowly calms down. Douma slows to a jog, then to a walk, then eventually halts movements altogether.

"We're here, (Y/N)." Douma gently places you onto the ground. You silently gape at the sight of the massive city, marveling at everything that was before you. The chatter of the excited crowds envelop your hearing, small children running around in little giggling groups and their parents following behind, talking to each other gaily.

You take several seconds to simply soak in all of the sights, smells, and sounds before you.

"I-it's....it's breathtaking." You murmur under your breath, knowing that Douma's heightened hearing would understand you. He inches forward, reaching for your hand.

Just then, you gasp deeply, grabbing his hand and pointing at one of the food stalls.

"Douma, look! They have those tiny, sugary rock candy thingies!" You fangirl excitedly, bouncing on your feet. You glance over at him, your eyes sparkling with joy. Douma's stomach flips, internally screaming at your antics. It took all of his willpower not to just pick you up in a huge bear hug and not ever let you go, and even that couldn't stop a smile from slipping through his grasp.

His lips curve upwards, letting out a small chuckle.

"You do realize that's what we're here for, right?" He raises an eyebrow, watching your face flush in embarrassment with amusement and affection in his eyes. A moment later, you recover, squeezing his hand and dragging him towards the stalls of food.

Just then, Douma realizes that you had, indeed, taken ahold of his hand. Whether you knew that those were his intentions in the first place or not, it didn't matter to him. His stomach fills with butterflies, plastering a blank expression on his face to hide his smile.

"Two of the rock candies, please! I'd like the (f/c) one and the rainbow one!" You ask the vendor cheerfully, holding up two of your fingers. You bounce on your feet with glee. This type of your candy was one of your favorites, second only to (f/f), which you adored even more.

The older man at the stand smiles politely, his wrinkled blue eyes glancing over at you. He picks up the rainbow and the (f/c) sticks of sugar candy, handing them to you.

"Ah, a beautiful young couple, I see? That will be 2000 yen. Enjoy the sweets!" The man retracts his hands, his eyes crinkling into a gentle smile. Handing the candy to a dazed Douma, you pat down your clothing, temporarily forgetting where the hell you put your coin pouch. Eventually, to your relief, you find it, and you then skillfully use your one free hand to pull out the said amount of money and pay for the candy.

Just then, Douma finally starts paying attention to the situation at hand, frowning when he saw the money in your hands. In a single swift motion, Douma quickly throws the sweets into the air, reaches into his pant pocket, slaps the money on the table, and catches the candy. He then nudges your hand away before you could even comprehend what he had done. Both you and the stall vendor stare at Douma in shock and awe, genuinely quite impressed.

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head. You pocket your money, not fighting the fact that he paid, as you knew he'd be stubborn enough to insist and insist until you gave up.

"You're such a show off." You complain playfully, shaking your head. You let out a chuckle, waving a goodbye to the kind man at the stall, who waved back with a cheeky grin, absolutely shipping the two of you. He hands you your blue crystal candy, which you eagerly start licking.

"I couldn't let you pay for the candy and I didn't want to let go of your hand. What was I supposed to do?" He huffs back, pouting like a child. The both of you maneuver your way through the crowd, Douma easily seeing over the heads of many of the people due to his taller than average height. 

"It was my idea to even eat this in the first place, I shou-" You begin, your mouth full of the little blue crystals you had broken off the stick.

"Nope. I have plenty of wealth earned from running the cult, and you're practically broke. You do not get to argue with me on the topic of money." Douma interrupts you oh-so-rudely, not letting you have a chance to speak. He glances over at you, laughing at how you made such an offended face at his comment.

Douma finally finds an empty space to sit, swiftly yet softly pulling you over to an unoccupied bench. He always made sure to be careful when dragging you along, fully mindful of the strength difference between the two of you. 

He had trained you for some time, yes, but the strength of a female human with maximum six months of training compared to a male demon with over a century of training - and also a literal Uppermoon status - was far too vast a range. So, he simply stuck to being nice and gentle with you. 

The two of you sit down at seats perpendicular to each other, finally letting go of each other's hands. Douma's hands did not feel hot and sweaty as you thought they would've, instead feeling quite cold, but not clammy. Then again, he was a demon, so it was to be expected that he had cold hands.

His eyes fall on the stick of candy in your hand, studying it before returning his gaze to the identical stick in his hand. He then lifts up the rainbow rock candy and holds it up very close to his eyes, looking like an absolute mental case to any unfortunate passerby. He glares at the stick of candy intently, as if he were attempting to explode it with his mind (it didn't work).

"Uhm...Douma." You say slowly, your voice riddled with exasperation. "What on Earth are you doing?" 

Douma's creepy scrutinization of the sweet treat finally falters, now giving you the same empty eyed glare. However, these eyes were different than his apathetic stare, holding more of a dazed look than an uncaring, detached one.

"What is this?" Douma asks emphatically, sniffing the sugary stick. He hesitates, rephrasing his words. "Wait, no. I know it's a sort of crystal...treat...thing...but what does it taste like?" He blinks, a childish curiosity filling his expression. Douma looks at you with his big, rainbow eyes, seeming quite rattled by this new revelation.

Your eyes soften. You realize that he likely hadn't had anything like this since he was a kid, which was around twelve decades ago. Did rock candy even exist in the 1800s? You, a child born in the 1900s, did not know - nor did you really care, for that matter, but it did seem like an interesting thought.

"It's quite sugary, as you can probably smell." You tell him, and he nods, following along intently to your explanation. "I don't know. Let me check again." You pause, taking a quick lick of the candy. 

"Ah yes. The sugary taste isn't all there is to it. Some people like to eat it for texture, you see. If you chew it without sucking on it first, it's quite crunchy, like ice. However, if you've been melting it down in your mouth for a while, it falls apart and is much less hard to crush." You ramble on, not noticing how closely Douma was hanging onto your every word. He really did seem amazed by the very prospect of something like this. You didn't expect it, but on the other hand, you didn't mind it a bit either.

After a few seconds to let Douma marvel at the sugary food, you speak once more. "Why don't you taste it? I know human food doesn't really give demons any nutrition, but this has no nutritional benefits whatsoever, for either species." You end off your blabbering with a chuckle at your own (likely unfunny) joke.

Douma eyes the candy, shoving the entire thing into his mouth a second later, stick and all. 

Your mouth drops open, going into a panic. You stand up. 

"Douma no! Don't eat the stick! Spit it out, now!" You instruct, and his shoulders droop in unhappiness, reluctantly spitting the gross mess onto one of the napkins you had nabbed as you left the vendor. 

"Aw man, I wanted to eat that so bad..." He murmurs in disappointment, looking at the colorful pile of chewed up wood, sugar, and food coloring staining the white napkin. Without wasting another second looking at that mess, you toss it away with minimal effort, ensuring that it did not touch your hands. You sigh as you sit back down, lightly smacking him on the back of the head for doing something so airheaded. 

"Stupid." You huff, breaking off a small bit of your candy for him. His rainbow eyes light up, eagerly opening his mouth. You retract the hand holding the candy, turning his face to look you in the eyes.

"Savor it." You specifically tell him, and he nods.

"Will savor." Douma replies obediently, allowing you to feed him the candy. He snaps his mouth shut afterwards, rolling the sharp candy around in his mouth. 

"Yummy." He smiles, showing you his tongue after he was done. It had been stained a bright blue due to the food coloring in the rock candy. You let out a giggle, showing him your blue tongue in return. His eyes sparkle, enjoying the time with you. 

Word Count: 1685

A/N: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff! You're welcome. ;)