Muzan had been very clingy towards Kokushibo, not letting him go anywhere without carrying Muzan or at least holing his hand. It wasn't annoying to Kokushibo in the slightest, though. He actually found it sweet and enduring how Muzan wanted to constantly be with him everywhere he went.
"Hey, Little Bird, I need to go to the kitchen." Kokushibo told Muzan. Muzan was sitting on the floor, leaning against Kokushibo's leg, so Kokushibo was unable to move if Muzan didn't let him. "Nu." Muzan refused, shaking his head with a pout.
"Hmm..." Kokushibo thought for a while. "How about I carry you with me?" Kokushibo compromised. "Ok!" Muzan readily agreed. He shifted away from Kokushibo's leg to allow him to get up before holding his arms out towards Kokushibo, who scooped Muzan up, settling him on his hip before going to the kitchen.
When he got there, he started to prepare food for them, which was harder than normal as he was holding a clingy toddler in his grasp. By the time Kokushibo was done cooking, Muzan had begun chewing in his shirt. "Don't do that. It's not good for you." Kokushibo gently told him, easing the fabric out of Muzan's mouth. "Have some of this instead." He said, giving Muzan some food.
Muzan took it, eating it as he leaned his head against Kokushibo's shoulder. Kokushibo carried Muzan, along with the food back to the couch. Sitting down, he settled Muzan onto his lap, starting to feed him the food as well as eating some himself. After it was all done, Muzan let out a satisfied hum, snuggling against Kokushibo, closing his eyes, and drifting off to sleep.
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Demon Slayer Little Space Oneshots
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