[First time actually making a one shot so sorry if it's bad TvT, writting on COMPUTER so please dont complain if words are wrong, my computer is falling apart., also requested by
Kokushibo and Muzan were quite the business people, often traveling and not being home, they left their house in the care of Akaza, which was a first, but ended up also being the last..
Muzan entered the house, his eyes widening. "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK!?" he'd scream, glaring at the house, EVERYTHING was upside down, the couch, TV, Fridge, table, EVERYTHING... "WHAT IN THE EVERLIVING HELL UP SATAN'S ASS IS THIS!?" Muzan continued to yell out, his eyes still wide.
Kokushibo slowly entered the house, his reaction somewhat like muzans, but a LOT more quiet with his anger, slowly taking a deep breath and walked forward. "..Akaza has officially lost eyeball privilege's.. i will have 8 eyes by the end of this week." he'd say quietly, glaring at muzan who already has their stuff set down, a bloodlust aura filling his arms-length-circle, which kokushibo happened to be in, as he took a step out, once he did so, muzan bolted out the door yelling for Akaza.
"AKAZA GET YOUR ASS HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I RIP YOUR LUNGS AND DICK OUT AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR THROAT!" muzan screamed, disappearing into the distance, as kokushibo just stood there with a dull expression. "..wish him luck-" he muttered, knowing for a damn fact he wished the opposite.
Kokushibo then looked around, sighing audibly, going up to his and muzan's room, and setting their things down, walking right out to the lving room again, staring up at the items and furniture on the ceiling, before sighing loudly, glancing at muzan who stomped back inside the house, a pissed expression on his face. "im taking a shower." Muzan began, but kokushibo stopped him instantly. "you arent leaving just yet, we have to clean." kokushibo said with a slightly annoyed tone, as muzan sighed.
"fine." muzan grumbled. Kokushibo let muzan climb on his shoulders, as muzan used his 'arm whips' to pull the objects from the ceiling, kokushibo acting as a ladder, as muzan continued to pick the furniture one by one from the ceiling, his expression stern. "tch.. making me do all the work." muzan muttered, as kokushibo dropped down, having muzan lose his balance and fall on the couch that they already set on the ground, as muzan grumbled, flipping kokushibo off and climbed back on his shoulders, as kokushibo chuckled softly. "dont i deserve an apology?" he'd say quietly.
"No." muzan replied with a smartass tone, which made kokushibo laugh, as muzan kept pulling the furniture off the ceiling, eventually going in the kitchen and grabbing dusters. "whats this for?" kokushibo said softly, before muzan shoved the dusters in kokushibo's face, which made him cough slightly. "alright alright!" he'd grumble, and began to dust, as muzan did dishes.
"no kisses?" kokushibo said with a saddened tone, muzan slowly turned, staring into his eyes. "..You made me sore and probably will be sore for awhile in that hotel room, and im mad at it so you can go fuck yourself." muzan grumbled, before letting out a sigh of defeat, setting the dishes down, wiping his hands off of water, walking over to kokushibo, gently kissing him. "Don't expect anymore for the next few days." he'd mumble, as kokushibo chuckled softly, nodding as he continued to dust.
muzan finished up dishes, kokushibo finished dusting, as he walked over to muzan, who was leaning against the counter, slowly falling asleep. kokushibo chuckled softly, picking muzan up, walking to the couch. laying muzan down, pulling a blanket over him, gently kissing his forehead, leaning up and laying behind him, spooning him from behind, the two falling asleep.
A/N; HELLOOOO!!!!!!!!! THIS WAS A REQUEST BY
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