Faithless (Muzan x Reader)

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"Those are Yoriichi's earrings, right?" Giyuu said, looking at them.

"Yeah." I said.

"Looks like you were really close to him." He said.

He nervously fidgeted with his hands, while trying to think of something else to say.

"You're the same age as me, right?" He said.

I nodded.

"Ah...you got married at such a young age. I haven't seen many people who get married at 18, let alone high school students." He said.

"Yoriichi was married too." I said.

"Oh...yeah. I forgot about that." He said.

He took a deep breath.

"What's your husband like?" He said.

"Oh...well. We're not married y-"

"We will be soon."

Muzan emerged from the side of the bed.

"What the hell?! Where did you come from?!" Giyuu yelled, jumping up in shock.

Muzan grinned at him.

"And what's with that awful smell..." Giyuu gave a disgusted face.

"Y/N, did he just say that I smell?" Muzan said, looking at me.

He glared at Giyuu.

"You're a lucky man. I'm sparing you because you're taking good care of my beloved Y/N. If it was someone else then..."

Muzan grabbed my hair.

"...I'd kill them." He said, looking right into my eyes.

He kissed my forehead and got up.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have something I must do." He said, walking out.

There was a moment of silence.

"Y/N...don't tell me..." Giyuu held my face.

He looked at me with sadness.

"That can't be the man you're engaged to. Right?" He said.

"I'm afraid it is." I sighed.

Giyuu moved his head forward, his face extremely close to mine.

"Why would you stay with someone like him?! Just looking at him gives me the chills. Not to mention that awful smell coming from him...wait..."

Giyuu's eyes widened.

"Y/N...he smells just like a demon." He said.

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Tanjiro's POV:

No...they're going to slice my head off any moment now.

I wish I could see what was going on.

But I'll regenerate? Right?

I can't die. I just can't die here!

"Ready?"

"Yeah, the sword's ready."

"Alright. Do it!"

No...it hurts...

My neck...

Huh?