Lazy Lad || Murasakibara Atsushi [Rewritten]

Epilogue

The school building stood tall behind you, glittering with the afternoon sun, as students embraced, cried, and laughed—bittersweet endings written on every face. You held Nezuko in your arms one last time. "I'll miss you so much, Nezu-chan..." Your voice cracked as you buried your face into her shoulder.

Nezuko tightened her grip around you. "Promise me you'll keep texting every day. I don't care how busy you are, I want a meme or a rant every 24 hours." You both laughed through your tears. "I will," you smiled, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. "I'll still annoy you from miles away."

"And I'll still be your emotional support raccoon." She wiped your tears before they could fall. You parted with a final squeeze, both of you knowing things wouldn't be the same—but still hoping they'd remain close in the ways that mattered.

—

You turned around to find Murasakibara standing nearby, looking as awkward and sleepy as always, his huge frame towering above the crowd. But when your eyes met his, something softened in his expression.

"You done crying over Nezuko-chan?" he asked, tilting his head lazily. "Don't tease," you mumbled, walking over and slipping your hand into his. "I wasn't. Just checking." He squeezed your hand. And that one gesture told you everything.

Three years. Three years of growing up, late-night phone calls, silly fights, shared dreams, stolen kisses behind gym doors—and holding onto each other through it all. You both didn't need a dramatic declaration. You just needed this: the warmth of his hand, the comfort of knowing he chose to walk your path, even if he didn't have one of his own yet.

—

Murasakibara hadn't cared much for university, or even basketball, despite how good he was. You knew he played for fun, not ambition. And when it came time to pick a course, he'd simply looked at your application, mumbled "whateva," and filled in the same choices. You tried to discourage him from copying you, but secretly, you were grateful. He wasn't lost. He was just sure that anywhere you were was where he wanted to be.

And that made all the difference.

—

The ceremony was ending. Caps were being tossed into the sky like feathers chasing the wind. You looked up, and in that moment, everything felt light. Fleeting. Beautiful. Murasakibara leaned down and placed a kiss on your temple.

"We're free now," he said, his voice low. "Yeah," you whispered. "Free... together." He smiled, that rare smile that made your heart flip every time. You didn't know what the future would hold—whether it would be years of peace or storms to weather. But as long as Murasakibara was beside you, eating snacks, teasing you lazily, hugging you with his entire being when words failed—you knew you'd be okay.

Because he was your constant. And you were his home.