Random KNY one shots

I think I'm in love with you | {KokuZan}

Theme: Fluff

Note: 💀 @FanficSnail and whoever else wanted it, here's your fluff..

Muzan was absolute shit at expressing his feelings. This was a fact. A fact that Muzan used as an excuse to not say a thing to Kokushibo whenever he got close to saying he loved him. In fact, he wasn't even sure if this was love or if this was just admiration or something for his strongest Uppermoon.

Eventually, though, he decided it must be love because there was no way admiration meant thinking of Kokushibo nearly every second of every day, longing to be with him, watching him carefully when he was around, having his own heartbeat quicken just at the sound of Kokushibo's voice, and imagining things he shouldn't be thinking about him.

It was maddening, but Muzan got used to after a while. Kind of. ..Not really. Well, no. He didn't get used to it. In fact, around Kokushibo, he got flustered each time more and more. But he was sure nobody could tell. Well, he wanted nobody to be able to tell. Of course, that wasn't the case. 

As it turns out, everybody BUT Kokushibo had noticed it and Muzan, who had decided to read his Uppermoon's minds to find out who knew or suspected, had found that out to his dismay. Then, in his panic, he'd gone to Kokushibo—too nervous to read his mind—and said, "Do you know, too..?"

Kokushibo was utterly perplexed and it brought Muzan at temporary ease that Kokushibo didn't know. And then panic again because everyone else knew. Even Nakime who was only present at the meetings because they were held at the Infinity Fortress.

Muzan confronted all of them one at a time, deciding that it would be embarrassing to face all of them at once. He started with Nakime who was already there.

"Nakime. Do you.. can you say absolutely nothing to Kokushibo?" he said, less of a request and more of a plead.

"Hm? Ah, yes, of course, Master," she agreed, appearing not to be surprised at all by this question.

Muzan, confirming that she wasn't lying by reading her mind, had went off to find the next demon and had found Douma first before he found Daki. So he went to him and said, almost sternly, "Douma, what are you doing out here in the woods?"

"This is near my cult, Master," Douma had said, bowing. 

"Right. Anyways, don't say anything to Kokushibo."

"What?" The Uppermoon had been quite confused and Muzan had to face the humiliating explanation as he tried to tell Douma what he meant without making it sound so fucking obvious. "Ohh! Right, right! Okay!" Douma said, almost cheerfully.

"Good." And off to the next Uppermoon Muzan had fled, his face still pink from having to explain.

He found Hantengu next who, as it turns out, only his clones had know about it and he was completely clueless until Muzan had ended up cutting him in half and had told the clones what he meant, much to Hantengu's confusion.

Next was Gyokko because he decided that he didn't particularily want to pay a visit to the Entertainment District yet so he found himself in a room full of paint and clay and pots and so much more he couldn't bother identifying. He found Gyokko under a bunch of pots, painting something so intricately and carefully that when Muzan had cleared his throat, Gyokko had flinched and ruined the whole painting. He didn't get mad, at least not out loud, and only just bowed—or however he bowed, Muzan thought.

"You will not say a single thing to Kokushibo or I'll personally see to that you're held in the sun with burning poles stuck through your head," Muzan growled.