Random KNY one shots

Hostile | {KokuZan}

Theme: ANGST 🥲

Kokushibo was feeling rather anxious. It had been a while since Muzan had talked to him and, though this would've been normal, the two were dating and usually Muzan would talk to him at least once every other day or so. It had been two months. He didn't understand and he was a bit disappointed with each day that passed and still no word from his boyfriend. At first he figured Muzan was busy. Then he convinced himself that he was being held up. But of course, it only kept him at bay for a little and Kokushibo was very fretful. 

He did have a way to signal to Muzan he wanted to talk, but he was afraid that maybe the demon lord was mad at him, so he refrained from doing so at the moment. 

Kokushibo went on with his days—or, rather, nights—as normal for a while until he grew restless worrying about what happened and got ahold of Muzan through their way of communication. He entered his Master's office that day, nervous of what me might find. He found Muzan, sitting sternly at his desk, waiting for Kokushibo.

"H..Hello, Master," Kokushibo said reluctantly, bowing.

"Kokushibo. What are you doing here?" Muzan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I.. I told you in the letter.." Kokushibo murmured.

"I didn't read it. I only saw you wanted to come. So what was your purpose?" the demon said, his voice low, menacing.

Kokushibo was confused. Muzan always read his letters, why not now?

"Merely because I have no time to read such useless letters," Muzan responded, referring to what Kokushibo was thinking.

"Oh. Right," he said quietly. All six of his eyes closed as his panic rose. Had he done something to anger Muzan? This, Muzan didn't answer and only watched Kokushibo grow worried. "Uhm.. have I done anything to anger you, master?"

"Why would you think that?" Muzan asked, an almost amused tone to his voice.

"Be..because you've not talked to me in so long," Kokushibo whispered. "You used to see me almost every day."

"I was spoiling you then. It was right to stop because you've clearly thought you're special," Muzan said.

"Oh." It was all he could say. Kokushibo's throat went dry and he swallowed. Was that really all or was Muzan just frustrated with him and didn't want to say?

"You're such a bore, get out of here and finish your missions or I'll consider lowering your rank," Muzan said, though it was an empty threat. Douma wasn't quite as strong as Kokushibo.

"Okay. I apologize," Kokushibo said quietly, leaving the room.

He found himself outside in a field and he sat down, staring at the plants around him. What had he done? Muzan had called him a bore, said Kokushibo thought himself special, said so much to suggest Muzan didn't care about him anymore, but he hadn't broken up with Kokushibo yet. Why?

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Muzan was there, in front of Kokushibo. He wore a smile that looked forced as he said, "Kokushibo."

"Yes, Master?" Kokushibo responded, bowing.

"I have to apologize for yesterday. I'd only had a bad day because this woman kept pestering me." Muzan's body was stiff as if he felt repulsed apologizing.

"It's.. it's fine," Kokushibo said, confused. "No need to apologize."

"Good," was all Muzan said. Then he walked forward, put one hand on Kokushibo's chest, one on his cheek, and pulled him down for a kiss which Kokushibo was grateful for. Muzan spent most of the rest of the night cuddling with Kokushibo, kissing him, arousing him. By the time Muzan left, Kokushibo was drunk with all the affection and didn't seem to notice the smirk that played on Muzan's lips as he left.