𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

七十五

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 」
𝐄 𝐌 𝐁 𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐄

꧁꧂

    Even after she cut off his head or arms over and over again, Enmu still clung to (Y/N) almost desperately despite the fact. It made her think that something was wrong with him mentally, giving up on him and instead just sitting down with her legs crossed, groaning under her breath when he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his head on her lap, curling up on himself like he was a cat.

Kokushibo stared down at the man intensely.

Douma smiled, but his aura darkened and his expression turned threatening.

Akaza merely scowled.

Gyutaro, having arrived just a few moments ago from a mission to such a scene, scratched his scraggly hair that flopped over his forehead, seemingly not caring yet his teeth gritting ever so slightly at the sight.

Gyokko actually didn't care.

And Muzan was nowhere to be found.

"(Y/N)-sama... (Y/N)-sama... just to hold you like this is astounding!" Enmu praised as he closed his eyes, the heavy pink blush on his cheeks not fading for even a moment. "When you lashed out at me like you did earlier... oh, my heart is so fragile—like glasswork—when it comes to you..." He opened his eyes again and looked up, his rather electric blue gaze boring into her own as he murmured out, "...it makes me so happy~"

    "Fucking train-loving pervert..." (Y/N) muttered under her breath as she stared down at him in disgust. "Why I'm not killing you right now is beyond me."

    "Oh, imagine being consumed by you!" Enmu perked up at that. "How fortunate am I?"

    Kokushibo stepped forward, gaining their attention before (Y/N) could've said anything more to Enmu's declarations. The Upper Moon's six eyes bored into Enmu's own, and while his aura was stifling, pressuring, and intimidating, Enmu just stared up at him with that same hazy expression on his face as usual. He was high from (Y/N)'s presence, and nothing could've been able to bring him down.

Not even Kokushibo.

"Respect... the hierarchy..." he muttered out, his fingers twitching as if just itching to unsheathe his sword and strike Enmu down. "Get off of her."

"And why would I do that?"

(Y/N) scowled at the situation, pushing Enmu off of her and standing up to approach Kokushibo, surprising him and everyone else in the room when she hugged him. What was more, she had made him bend down so that instead of her head on his chest, his was now on hers in a comforting manner. His eyes widened, twitching, his hands trembling by the time she pulled away, yet all the more wishing for her warmth to linger.