Timeless |Tanjiro x Muichiro|

reunited

TW: bad/violent thoughts

Muichiro went home that day to an empty apartment for the first time in a very long time. It was bone-chilling, the feeling he got when it finally hit him that Tanjiro wasn't there to welcome him home when he first walked in through the door.

Muichiro went to sit on the couch, the last place Tanjiro had been before they left not knowing he wouldn't come back. It was cold, and Muichiro had no warmth to cuddle up to without his partner.

It felt like the other half of him was missing, torn away, stolen even. The world was a cruel place to exist. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to scream. He wanted to scream until his lungs burned. But he felt nothing. His mind was empty, a dull pain aching in his heart, but he felt nothing.

"I can't do this..." Muichiro muttered. He had barely cried since leaving the hospital. He'd even driven himself home. A childhood of neglect had led him to not express his feelings, but to not feel them at all. I suppose it was a coping mechanism, to block out all sense of pain until it is easier to deal with.

Muichiro hated the feeling. He hated not being able to feel anything. Hell, he wanted to stab himself, just to see if he would feel it at all. "I just need to end it" Muichiro said quietly.

TW: overdose

He picked himself up off the couch, barely debating his decision at all. He went over to the medicine cabinet, and dumped out a bottle of pain medication. This would do he supposed. He swallowed so many of those pills, that he seemed to forget how to swallow by the time the medicine was gone.

It only took a few minutes, but Muichiro was already feeling dizzy by the time all the pills were gone. He went to lay down in his bed, closing his eyes. His body felt somewhat numb, his breathing slowed. He could feel the blood in his body pumping so slowly that he couldn't move a muscle.

It felt almost peaceful...

Muichiro woke up a few minutes later, in the same bed. He felt completely fine. "Dammit" he muttered to himself. What kind of trickery was this? He got out of bed, full of energy for some reason. He went back to the medicine cabinet, planning to try again with a different bottle of meds, when he heard a voice.

"Welcome home cupcake!" Muichiro turned around quickly, to see Tanjiro sitting on the couch where Muichiro had been sitting only a few minutes prior. Muichiro's eyes and mouth opened wide in shock.

"...How are you here?" Muichiro asked, walking up to Tanjiro, cupping his face with his hands. Tanjiro was warm, full of life.

"The better question...is how are you here?" Tanjiro asked. There was a subtle hint of disappointment in his voice.

"You shouldn't have done that Muichiro...you could have lived for so long..." Tanjiro said, regret laced in his tone.

"What? oh... so this is it. our apartment? I don't know what I expected" Muichiro wondered. Tanjiro nodded.

"Well, now that you're here, i guess we have eternity to spend together" Tanjiro said sweetly. Muichiro nodded, almost relieved. It was as if the whole event had never happened. They were back in their apartment and Tanjiro got up to make some hot chocolate for the both of them.

He was home again...