Touken Ramblings | Touken Danshi x Reader

World

Warnings: None? I love MuMu so much. Fluff. I love him. Corniness. Short and sweet.

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Mutsunokami could cry.

He would, actually.

Raindrops slowly streaming down his cheeks, sniffles never daring to be stifled.

"I-Is this for me?"

"Of course!" the master smiles vividly, blinding the sun and burning his eyes.

His heart never felt so full to the point it almost burst.

He turns back to the box that stood in the middle of the table, shaking hands surging forward to tear paper and ribbon, seam from seam. The colors cascade to the ground, fluttering and dancing in the atmosphere. A gasp leaves his lips and a choke of a sob could be heard next.

The sphere twirls, the countries following after it.

"I wanted to give you something to thank you." The master whispers, a hand reaching out to him. Cheek pressed against a palm, and thumbs wiping away those happy little tears. "You've done so much for the citadel, Mutsu. You're the light of my life."

"Aw," coos out the sword, who leans into the touch, closing his eyes with a soft laugh.

It's warm. It fills his heart to the point it might burst.

"I know we can't see the world right now, but one day, I want to take you everywhere." They gesture to the globe with a wave of their free hand. "I want to see the world with you, Mutsu."

"But master," there is a pout from the male, taking their hand away from his face. "I don't need to go anywhere when I have the world right here!"

The master blanks, blinking. They turn towards the globe in confusion and Mutsunokami could see the gears spinning in their head as they attempt to make sense of his words. It made him chuckle softly at the idea. "But...it's a globe? We're not going anywhere yet?"

"Silly." He speaks, cupping the cheeks of his master's face in return. He presses his lips to their forehead, smiling into the gesture. "You're my world."

The gears stop. Suddenly beginning to spin in earnest overdrive. He could feel the heat coming from the skin of his master, who begins to sputter flushed and hurried nonsense, bringing their own hands up to try and cover their face. "M-Mutsu!"

"But it's the truth!" a loud guffaw leaves his lips, his hands gently working to pry his master from their cage. "It's the truth, master, you are indeed my world."

His world, his home, his haven.