¦ Hɪs Tɪᴍᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴ ¦ (𝑀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃.𝒦)

𝙈𝙪𝙯𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

This aint mine i aint have time so credits to real author

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(Y/N) watched the estate workers run around the house, cleaning, making sure everything was watered and polished. Everything had to be in perfect shape as the Master of the estate would be arriving later tonight.

With a sigh, (Y/N) left the house- leaving the servants to fret over small things.

He walked to the garden, geta clicking on the stone pathway with every step. Personally, he was a gardener. Loves every type of tree and flower- knowing each meaning like the back of his hand.

Picking up his watering can, which one of the workers had filled- knowing the other master of the house would lose his mind over anyone watering his plants while he was present.

"Their back to panicking again, little ones." He crouched by some roses, checking the plant over for dead buds or weeds. "I don't know why they fret so much over Muzan coming home every time. The routine is always the same."

He has to be honest, he once thought the meetings Muzan attended were actually excuses to see someone else. Whether it be sexually or romantically. But after a quite heated discussion on Muzan's part, and a thorough apology. (Y/N) no longer thought such things.

"Silly is what they are. The house is always in the best of shape," he sighed, moving to other plant as the rose bush was finished, "I'm telling you they fret over nothing."

Fondly, he remembers a time he got sick. He was bed ridden because he couldn't move as his limbs felt like lead. And his body was cold with the blanket on but hot when the blanket was off. Muzan had been off on a business trip. He remembers how frantic the staff were, later telling him of the panicked expression on his husbands face.

(Y/N) remembers how worried Muzan was, fretting over him like how he personally does to the staff. Checking his temperature and giving him all sorts of medicine. Despite telling Muzan the medicine was unnecessary as he got sick like his every few years.

"Kibutsuji-san!" (Y/N) looked up at one of the older ladies walking over, "Pardon me sir. But you wished to go to the market with us, today."

(Y/N) smiled, "Oh, yes I did. Thank you for the reminder, Osu-san."

The watering can was set on the ground, (Y/N) brushing off the lower part of his kimono before straightening to his full height.

The market place was lively today. It's normally quieter than this but a festival was later tonight and everyone was rushing to get ready.

Just like at the estate, (Y/N) thought with a slight bittersweet smile.

Osu and some other servants would be seeing to the food as (Y/N) wanted to look for a gift for Muzan. He preferred to make something himself but he hasn't had the time with all the chaos the last few days have brought.

Sparkling jade figurines caught his eye but (Y/N) knew Muzan didn't care for them. Really he was a hard person to shop for, not ever wanting anything and instead insisting that (Y/N) be gifted whatever he wanted, Which (Y/N) was very annoyed by.

Knowing that jewelry was hardly something Muzan cared for, he ignored that entirely. Minutes in the loud market place left little room to think.