𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝Lift your head (Y/N), ❞ he said smoothly.
You looked up to see him staring down at you with a slight smirk.
❝Are you sure you're not starting something you can't finish?❞
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to kibutsuji, time is like a ticking bomb. he'...
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The next morning you woke up on his bed with a gentle exhale.
Your eyes fluttered open to see the sky was still dark and the sun had not yet risen up in the sky. It was right between the transition of night to day.
You looked to your left to see Kibutsuji still sleeping peacefully. His body laid perfectly still in an organized neat fashion and you smiled a bit.
How was it he looked so elegant even in sleep?
You reached your hand towards his long black hair feeling its silky strands in silence. You couldn't help but inch closer to him.
You didn't dare to touch his skin but you looked carefully at the scenery in front of you cherishing it.
So this was what it was like to wake up next to your lover? It was so pleasant.
He really was something else.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
"(Y/N)," he spoke.
You smiled, "Good morning my lord."
He gave a nod as he extended his hand to feel your cheek. You relaxed at his touch as he stroked it smoothly.
In truth, he had woken up before you but not wanting to startle you, he stayed in bed so that you could get some more rest. He understood it had been a long night for you, and so, he wanted to make sure you were okay.
He exhaled lightly as he sat up slowly. The room smelt of vanilla.The sweet scent filled the room causing him to relish it. He loved your scent.
It had been a while since he had gotten a good night's rest without having a million thoughts on his mind.
For the first time, he hadn't worried about not waking up the next day because he had been preoccupied with you.
Your words through the night had comforted him, your sweet kisses and soft giggles.
He seemed to remember how smoothly your body had fit between his arms, as you slept in a state of bliss, almost as if you belonged there.
He also remembered your face snuggling into his chest as you exhaled in comfort.
"I love you, Muzan," you had said once, twice, three times.
His mind shifted a second later as he frowned slightly. There was work for him to do, something was on his mind, something was bothering him.
"(Y/N)," he spoke in a rather serious tone.
You looked up at him curiously as you forced yourself to sit up.
"Yes, my lord?"
"We have work we need to do."
His words confused you for a second, you tilted your head as you pondered his statement. You tried to put two and two together in your head but you ended up asking him what he meant anyway.
