𝓶𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
❝I can teach you more than you think, (Y/N). Do you want me to show you? ❞
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(y/n) is a seamstress who's lived in her own bubble for a long time. she keeps to herself but still manages to develop a crush on one of her cli...
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【 🅼🅸🅽🅴】 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮
It was a beautiful night. The moon shined high above with a radiant glow, its huge stature taking up most of the black sky.
Your eyes stared at the view from inside your small quarters, your lips curving up into a small smile as you sighed gently. It was so pretty. The sight of the moon soothed your mind and body and you found yourself longing to go outside, even though you knew you couldn't.
Your illness would not allow you.
You sat in bed with your head turned towards the window as your hands lay on your lap. You felt rather warm, the fever you were suffering from overpowering you easily, and you didn't have the strength to get up. It was yet another day of you tolerating discomfort. It was day six.
Coughing violently, you hiccupped a few times before gently exhaling.
You pitied yourself.
As your eyes stared up at nothing in particular you could feel a numbing feeling fall over your body. The worry that Muzan and your grandpa had expressed was finally showing on your features.
You found you looked tired, your skin shockingly pale, the energy in you depleted. It was hard to recognize when these things had manifested, it seemed that the people around you had caught on much quicker than you had. Or perhaps, you had known but decided that you didn't want to acknowledge it. Either way, there was no denying it now.
Coughing a bit more, you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded. Sitting up was making you feel dizzy, and you wondered if you should lie down. Inching yourself down, you focused on lying your head on the pillow when you heard the slightest movement.
Your eyes looked up.
There he was by the window.
"Muzan."
The tone in your voice was still the same.
He approached you slowly, looking down at your weak figure.
The distaste in his eyes was extremely apparent. His red eyes seemed to glow in the dark room, narrowing at the sight of you.
The glare he was giving you was somewhat amusing.
You knew he wasn't glaring at you as much as he was glaring at the illness you suffered from.
"Are you just going to stand there? Can you hold me?"
Muzan heard your request. He complied.
He settled himself next to you before bringing your body on top of his adjusting you so that your back was against his chest. His arms locked you against him.
You closed your eyes as you enjoyed his warmth.
"You look worse than yesterday."
You nodded, "I feel worse than yesterday too."
You opened your eyes to look up at him. He looked handsomely dashing, his black hair falling on either side of your face.
You could see the concern in his expression.
He was inspecting you rather closely.
"I don't like this (Y/N)."
"I know."
He was reluctant to say so...but one of these days he really was going to insert his blood into you.
"Muzan..."
"Yes."
"Have you ever been sick like this..."
The question caught him off guard. It forced all his attention off you and pointed it inwards towards himself.
He frowned a bit. He didn't want to speak of it.
He decided not to respond. Instead, he stroked the side of your cheek with his fingers. The cold touch that streamed along your skin was somewhat leaving you longing for more.
"Muzan?"
His eyes connected with yours yet again.
"Have you?"
"..."
"A long time ago."
"..."
"Was it as bad as this?"
"..."
"Perhaps."
Muzan didn't like to think of the past.
"When I look at you like this..."
His voice trailed off.
He didn't even try to complete his thought.
You knew he was upset and you scooched yourself up a bit more, in order to place a kiss on his cheek. Muzan watched as your body readjusted in his arms and you leaned closer to him.
You tried for his cheek but when you couldn't quite reach it, you settled for his jaw instead. You planted the kiss.
He accepted it gracefully, placing one on your cheek in return.
Your hands travelled over to his. You held them in yours, skimming over the smoothness clenching them near your chest. You relaxed at the touch as your eyes momentarily closed just for a moment.
Muzan couldn't help but worry.
This little human had a cradle over his heart.
So then why were you weak like this?
...
When your eyes opened, you found yet again he was staring down at you.
"What?"
"I don't like this (Y/N)," he said yet again.
You nodded, "I know."
His hand gripped yours however and you forced a warm smile on your face.
