𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙈 | k. muzan

AERE PERENNIUS: 09

His back presses against one of the plum trees growing in your backyard. You hover over him, blotting out the lightening sky.

"I love you," you tell him, "so, so, so much."

"The sentiment is shared," he breathes, cupping a warm hand against your cheek. Muzan looks at you with a gaze so full of love that you feel refreshed just basking in it. Truly, love does make men fools.

But, you're determined not to fall prey to clouded judgment.

You kiss him under the lightening sky, hoping to distract him from the rising sun's warmth. When he closes his eyes and his dark lashes meet with his pale skin, you can't help but regret loving him. He's so beautiful in this moment- he looks like a normal man, one who you really could give the rest of your life to.

Distracting yourself from the seeds of doubt taking place in your heart, you thread your hands through Muzan's soft hair. You try your best to give him your all, to communicate just how madly in love you are with him. He deserves at least that much, after all fate has done to damn him by having him meet you.

I'm sorry.

Muzan breaks it off to smile gently at you before swooping in for another. A plum blossom lands in his hair. You don't tell him, instead taking the time to memorize his grinning face. He doesn't show you his teeth when he smiles, you absentmindedly notice.

Just a few more minutes.

Apologies echo over and over in your mind. Muzan's lips, although blissfully wonderful, do little to lessen your remorse.

His mouth leaves yours again, parted slightly to tell you something. When you peer into his eyes, you notice they are plum blossoms today, and they are wilting, but most of all, they are hurting.

"I know you're trying to kill me," Muzan whispers softly. He doesn't ask you why, because he already knows. He knows you can't condone violence and murder.

His voice is so broken when he speaks to you, and the knowledge that you're the cause of it only worsens your guilt. You look down in shame.

"Will you let me?" you murmur. Of course he knows. He notices everything about you. You were a fool to hope otherwise.

In your mind, a silent prayer rises to whatever god exists in the sky that he says yes, and that he says it before you can change your mind. His face visibly breaks under your eyes.

Those oh-so-pink eyes are nothing like the ones that should belong to a demon.

It makes you doubt everything, despite your efforts to commit to your choice.

"...Yeah. If it's you, then yeah," he says slowly. His voice comes out hesitantly, but his tone is sure and certain.

The sun has crested the horizon. Your body over his is the only thing protecting him now. The early morning light on your back is warm, but by no means comforting.

Your heart cracks. He gave you the answer you wanted to hear, and yet, it brings you no happiness.

"I want to hear you say you love me first," you plead. "One last time."

"Childish as ever. I love you," he laughs mirthlessly. Muzan musters a smile for you, but you see right through it.

"Okay," you breathe, steeling yourself. "I love you too."

Any day. Any life. I will always love you, even if it damns the both of us.

You give him a final kiss, inhaling the scent of plum blossoms and licking up the taste of his lips. You savor it slowly, taking your time.

Then you move aside, holding his hand as the sun burns and blister him away into ashes.