Muzan Kitbutsuji x reader.
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── "I'm still putting up a fight, while your gone and your forgetting me."──
From a young age Y/N Tokoyami has always been the wall flower. Soft , kind, and compassionate ,but also...
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¸♩·¯·♬¸¸ I wanna go party, I wanna have fun, wanna be happy can you show my how it's done?¸¸♫·¯
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A cool breeze settled across the land as storm grey cloud blocked the harsh rays of the sun. People scurried to find cover as droplets of rain touched their skin.
You were no different. Out of the Kitbutsuji garden and into the corridor sliding the door shut behind you. You loved rain. You loved the chilly breeze and calming smell of the rain water as it gathered in puddles and washed down stream.
You hurriedly pulled your hood off of your head and walked into the room where Muzan sat calmly watching the rain fall stuck in some sort of trance.
You took the time to appreciate his softened face and the gentle almost longing look in his eyes as his eyes lowered to a puddle of water.
You rushed forward to close the door as the wind blew the rain indoors but stopped as soon as you saw how transfixed and at peace it Muzan seem.
You stepped back and like a curious child, watched as the sick man's expression slowly darkened. He turned his head away ,opting to stare at the floor instead.
You snapped out of your trance and took that as your cue to slide the door shut.
You hesitated to turn as you felt his piercing eyes on the back of your head.
You gathered your courage and relaxed your tense shoulders. You turned to him with a small smile as you looked up at the wall, the ceiling, anything to avoid those steely blue eyes.
A complicated silence settled between you and your courter.
Before you dropped the act and lowered yourself to sit.
Now you were level with his eyes and you stared into the blank blue canvases as they peered into your soul.
Fighting back the urge to blush you giggled , and Muzan's brows furrowed in confusion as he continued to stare at you.
"What?" He snapped impatiently. Felling a bit insecure. Maybe you'd come to tell him that you'd finally found sense and decided to tear your agreement. But he knew that you weren't like that. You always stayed with him for some reason.
You were just as you'd painted yourself to be.
A soft hearted woman with a complex mind and pure soul.
You covered your mouth and composed yourself as you stared at him.
"You look like a kicked puppy when your angry, so cute."
Muzan bristled at your words, his irritation flaring for a moment. However, your loving smile and twinkling eyes made his expression waver from irritation to mild surprise.
"I'm not cute──" he coughed and his body racked as he tried to steady his tremor. He held his hand over his mouth with a pained expression as blood painted his palm , seeping through the open spaces between his fingers and running down his hand.
You gasped and forgot etiquette, crawling closer to him and pulling a napkin from your pocket. You pulled his hands away from his face as you fought back your distress.
You wiped his mouth gently, hand shaking as you applied more pressure.
You held back your tears as you quickly reached for his hand, grabbing his wrist and wiping the flesh clean.
You sat back with a relieved breath as you folded the cloth and pulled another from your pocket. Blantantly ignoring the defeated look on Muzan's face. You looked down at the bloody cloth.
You felt guilty, because you didn't know how to make him feel better. You wanted to lie to him, tell him that it was all going to be alright. But how could you lie to a dying man?
The terrifying truth was that you didn't know what was going to happen , but you'd rather throw yourself off a cliff than lie to him.
