After barely surviving a brutal encounter with the legendary demon slayer Yoriichi, Muzan Kibutsuji is discovered by (Y/N), a compassionate and unassuming village girl. Her soft, peculiar nature captivate Muzan, sparking an unexpected bond.
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Muzan had never thought he would experience his life flash before his eyes.
In all his years of living, he couldn't fathom that such a thing would happen to him.
The humiliation of it all. For him, him of all people, to be backed into a corner by a mere human.
That slayer was something else. His bright red hair, hanafuda earrings, along with that sword, that sword he had used to viciously attack him with. The man had stood there so fiercely, his cloak flurrying in the wind as he approached Muzan at his own slow pace.
Standing across the red-haired man, Muzan had felt so smug. He was so certain that the battle would be one-sided. He had assumed it would be his victory but in a matter of seconds he realized he had made a horrid miscalculation.
The aftermath of the attack caused him to scurry away from the demon slayer, to run in fear of the man he knew had the ability to take his life.
That was the part he hated most. He'd been forced to flee, Muzan, the demon king, and all because of a human.
Now he was forced to deal with the aftermath of the encounter. He had made it to a village to take refuge but even after feasting immensely, the pain that resonated through his body made him feel like fainting. He could barely stand through the burning sensations where the man's sword had slashed.
It was as if he had been scorched by the sun itself; the pain was unmatched.
His feet decided to travel to the next village.
He desired to feast more.
One step at a time he struggled through the thick snow. His eyes spotted the village entrance from a distance but before he could make it, his legs gave out and Muzan was shocked to feel himself collapse.
He could feel himself fading out of consciousness.
His eyes began to close as he landed on the ground right in front of the village entrance, vulnerable to whoever was to come by.
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You lay face down in the snow.
Your hands were shielding your head, your body curled up against the ground as you shivered at the cold breeze around you.
It was snowing.
Your body was growing numb from the frost that covered your bare skin but you didn't dare move from this position-not until the stones that were being thrown at you stopped.
The hatred that resonated from the people around you only made you frown, the stones that fell upon your back were apparent but you didn't bother fighting back.
You knew they would leave as soon as they got bored...and sure enough, they did.
You slowly stood up from the ground upon their absence, your eyes peering up at the sky, the familiar sight reminding you that just last year around this time things had been so much better.
Your parents had been alive and well, your friends and family all reunited until one of your "friends" spread a horrid rumour about you.
They said you were a demon, and that the reason the village elder had died an untimely death was because of you.
You had lost everything. Your friends. Your relatives. Your family.
They had all left you on a baseless rumour.
And now, you were all alone.
...
Your feet began their slow journey to return back to the new village you resided in. This old village was still not ready to accept you--and perhaps it never would. Still, you wouldn't give up. You would continue to return here once a year on the oft chance your name would be cleared.
You stared down at your feet watching the small imprints they made in the snow as you walked through the cold breeze. Your mind was a bit hazy, but even just the thought of being met with your cozy cottage and your new fellow villagers was enough to give you hope. The new life you had built was comfortable. You liked the people you surrounded yourself with these days.
The only thing that bothered you now was the slight doubt that somehow they would find out about your past.
You hoped they never would.
You walked a while longer until you finally made it.
That's when you saw him.
A bit away from your feet, a bit outside the village entrance, there was a man passed out on the ground.
Your heart dropped.
You ran to him, falling on the snow, shaking his unmoving body as you struggled to wake him.
"Sir," you spoke.
"..."
"Sir!" you yelled.
"..."
Your heart panicked at the cold body as you frantically pondered what to do.
Was this man dead? Had he frozen to death?
Had you come too late?
Your hand made contact with his forehead feeling the lack of warmth before you pulled away.
Right when tears were about to fall from your eyes, he awakened.
The two of you made eye contact.
You were in awe.
The man in front of you had the most mesmerizing red eyes you'd ever seen.
For a brief moment, he looked at you, his eyes opening to see your face, seemingly in surprise at what was in front of him. His consciousness didn't last long, however, as in the next moment, he had blacked out yet again.
Your determination flourished.
Right now you desired to save this man and so that's what you did.
