"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮"
"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭😃"
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Where Y/n and the KNY gang try to figure out a way to live together in her world.
And try to get Muzan to chill out 😒
I DO NOT own Kimestu No Yaiba, credits to the original owner...
Droplets trickled down the cold windows meeting each other and sliding to the bottom of the glass.
🅃🅄🄴🅂🄳🄰🅈 The weather forecast for the day was heavy rainfall and a slight chance of hailing. The kitchen sat empty, and so did the lounge. The hallways were silent and still with no one around and the lovely sound of the drops of rain hitting the roof and windows harshly.
"I wonder what everyone is doing? Maybe they're all asleep?" Y/n said to herself in a low voice. It was 07:09 a.m and she had just woken up not so long before. She sat upright and glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings before making a decision.
Y/n looked at her phone for a second then hopped out of bed. She fixed her slanted pajamas and headed to her joined bathroom instead of the one in the hall. She didn't like to use that bathroom often coz it was always colder than the rest and the color was ugly. She wanted it redone with pretty glossy tiles, darker colors painted on the walls and a cute black and red rug.
She made her way to the sink, a yawn escaping her as she scratched her messy hair. "I look like a mess." She said out loud before reaching for her toothbrush and toothpaste.
'𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦...𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒.' The thought of the sugary goodness brought a smile to the (h/c) girl. Liking the idea a little too much the 19yo finishes with her teeth and brushed her hair readying it to be murdered by her favorite hair tie.
The ponytail was done, her skin was alive and well and her glasses were smacked on. '𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡.' She said as she walked out the ugly bathroom. Y/n turned to her closet to get a cute hoodie for the cold and different pants. '𝐼'𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒.......' She thought loudly glaring at her cute PJ bottoms. Deciding on a pair of black sweats, she dashes out the closet, changes and heads to her victims.
A little ding stops her in her tracks. It was her phone. Someone had just sent a text, and she knew very well who that someone was. With heavy steps and a new expression, Y/n picks up her phone and opens the message.
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