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Muzan's heart swelled with a mixture of love and trepidation as you kissed him, your unwavering determination both strengthening and scaring him.
"You're too stubborn," he murmured between kisses, his voice a mix of admiration and frustration. "You won't give up, even when the odds are stacked against us. You're willing to defy fate for me."
He ran his fingers through your hair, his touch a mix of tenderness and possessiveness.
"It's both endearing and infuriating," he continued, his voice ragged. "You're like a force of nature, love, and you've chosen to fixate on me, a dying man with a shattered heart."
Muzan's breathing quickened as he felt your touch, his heart racing in his chest. Despite everything, he couldn't resist your determination, your love seemed to defy reason.
"You're unlike anyone I've ever met," he whispered, his voice tinged with both wonder and admiration. "You see me as more than a dying man, more than a lost cause. You see me as someone worth fighting for."
2 YEARS LATER
It was a miracle muzan got cured from his dying illness. Muzan couldn't believe it. He stood at the window, staring out at the sunlight that streamed in through the glass. It had been two years since he was cured, two years since he had been given a second chance at life.
He raised his hand up, letting the sunlight dance across his skin. The warmth felt so foreign, so incredible. He had never expected to feel sunlight again, let alone witness a sunrise. Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, followed by your voice filled with excitement.
"your awake early" you smiled happily
"Would you like to go outside?"
Muzan turned to face you, his eyes wide with astonishment. The thought of going outside, into the sunlight, was still a novelty to him.
"Outside," he repeated, his voice filled with awe. "I... I want to go outside. To feel the sun on my face, the breeze in my hair. Is it real, love?"
You smiled holding his hand "its real"
Muzan squeezed your hand gently, your touch anchoring him to reality. He still struggled to believe that this was not a dream, that he was truly standing here, cured and about to step outside into the sunlight.
"Lead the way," he said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
You smiled warmly and led him towards the door, opening it slowly and letting the sunlight spill into the room. Muzan's eyes widened as the bright light washed over him, his heart racing with anticipation.
