Unwilling pt. 3 | {KokuZan}

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Theme: Idek- It's not rlly angst... but the fluff is mostly just at the end-

 but the fluff is mostly just at the end-

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Note: a series of unfortunate events frfr/j

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Honestly i was going to make this only angst but given that idk if you guys are that ecstatic for any more angst than uhm i'll end it with a lil fluff ;-;

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Muzan had finally been permitted out of the hospital and was making his way back home with the help of the Nakime woman whom had claimed to know him. 

He'd only let her help because he didn't remember where his house was. 

Of course, he didn't fully trust Nakime to know where his house was but then she showed him where he always kept a key hidden and when he went inside there were pictures of himself and people he had known, so he eventually decided she at least knew him. And well, apparently.

Back at home—which, by the way, felt very unfamiliar to himself yet familiar enough to know it was home—he spent his time looking around, trying to remember things.

First off, he found an old photo memory book thing which he spent an hour looking through trying to memorize the faces he saw most in it.

As he'd been doing that, there was a knock on the door and he stood to look to see who it was.

Obviously he was a bit cautious since anyone could literally come up and claim they knew him.

But the person at the door turned out to be someone who had showed up in some of the more recent pictures he'd found on his phone—which he totally hadn't taken nearly 10 tries to get into and he only did unlock it because he found the password written on a post-it somewhere. 

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