𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 (Doma, Akaza, Kokushibo x femreader x Muzan)

Sunrise (50)

The sun would be over the horizon in a minute, starting a new day.

The dawn was coming soon.

The birds were slowly starting to wake up, chirping their early songs, and the leaves rustling in the wind, along with the needles of pines and spruces, accompanied them.

And the Upper Moons, and Nakime with them, rested on the cushions and sofa of the large living room, and caught their breath, trying to adjust their bodies to the new, unusual power that now flowed through their veins.

Daki had settled down next to her brother in the corner of the large couch, falling asleep with her head resting on Gyutaro's shoulder.

Her closed eyes were now a light blue, and her hair was very, very light, from root to tip.

Gyutaro, was still trying to calm down and rest, and he stroked her head while covering his own eyes.

But there was a quiet joy in those eyes.

His body now had a healthy look, just like someone who takes good care of his body, and there was no trace of the withered appearance of a man who had come out of poverty.

Now, looking at him and his sister together, one could even recognize their sibling-like features.

This made him happy deep inside.

It was as if it was healing some deep wound that he hadn't even known existed.

He kept stroking the hair of his sleeping sister, pulling her closer to him, whispering something unintelligible to her.

Y/n even thought for a moment she heard as he was telling Daki how much he loved her.

His dear little sister.

Not far away, Akaza was sitting on pillows, leaning against the wall.

He kept looking into the hanging mirror next to him, not fully believing that what it showed was true.

His disheveled hair was now coal-black, and his eyes were a bright, deep blue.

All the dark stripes that had been shackling him had disappeared from his body.

What seemed strange to him was that even his eyelashes were different from the new hair colour— they were completely white.

Like the first, tender snow.

Akaza didn't know still how it felt to him, but surprisingly, it reminded him of how he had been staring at his reflection.

As if he had been like this before...

Although he couldn't remember when.

But now, he felt rather... joyful?

A feeling he hadn't had in a long time, just by itself.

And now it felt...so great...

Douma sat on a futon nearby, calming his breathing and slowly dozing off, falling into sweet slumber, lost in thought.

No, his appearance had not changed at all, which surprised him.

He kept staring half-asleep at the other Upper Moons, looking at them carefully.

All of them had changed something in their appearance.

Daki and Gyutaro, Akaza, even Kibutsuji's hair had turned long and snow-white.

And Kokushibo...

Kokushibo was standing next to Muzan in the shoji doorway leading outside to the zen garden, talking, so Upper Moon Two couldn't see his face, but he was sure that Kokushibo's appearance changed too.