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...
"Doin it all from love, I'm doing it all, doin it all for love {Wohhhh!} Doin it all for love Doin it all! Doin it all for love"
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Rolling through your system was the fresh air accumulated in your blood. It flowed through artilleries and capillaries until it reached the heart and finally bumped blood to your brain. Very elegant, very demure , very cutesy , you made your way towards into the Tokoyami manor.
All manor of movement seiced as your presence was announced. You quickly moved through the silent crowd in search of your ailing cousin.
You hasn't sent a crow back to answer yotu mother's letter , you decided to answer in person, a plus seeing as you would be able to see your cousin and evaluate his health for yourself.
It was Muzan's idea. Surprisingly , he decides to wether the storm of another failing doctor attempt at 'curing' him by himself. With time Muzan was well aware that family was everything to you and so he made it his mission to never keep you away from them against your will or for selfish reasons. He was a grown man now, he needed no condoling like a sick child. He had a dream of be wanted to make it come true.
You dreaded leaving him, your husband had reached the twentieth stage of his life where his life would be cut short by doctors predictions, this was not the time to be so far away from him, but desperate times call for desperate measures and you would be back with him very soon.
As you turned a corner and took in the long hallway leafing to your old room, you ignored it and settled in front of the door closest to the corner, your cousins door.
You heard faint voices , one was your mothers, the other was your father's and the lady one was so weak that it made your stomach lerch.
Raising your hand your knuckles wrapped against the wood.
All talk seiced as silence filled the room. Your mothers soft voice spoke up. "Whom is it?"
You smiled softly. "Your little flower."
You heard a shriek of excitement and watched as a small shadow stood, gathered her skirt and hurried to open the door. As soon as your mother gazed upon her daughter her hand flew over her heart. "My sweet girl, what a pleasant surprise!"
She enveloped you in her arms , squeezing you lovingly in her warm hug. Longer, strong arms wrapped around the two of you and you caught a wiff of the familiar fragrance. It was your father's purple mist perfume.
You felt safe in their arms as you had your family moment.
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Time passed as you conversed with your family and held your cousins hand for the first time since last summer. He was weak in the legs, the were broken, the doctors informed, and his ribs were bruised badly.
He'd take at least two years to recover and you almost burst I to tears, your father held you close to his chest as you cried. You had never seen your cousin so fragile, and it brought you back to reality.
The strong won't be strong forever, the weak will surely suffer and then pass on in death, and the in-between are lucky.
Your mother tried to persuade you into staying the night , but over a cup of tea you told her that you needed to return to your husband.
And so you did, with prays and love for your cousin you stepped back into the Kitbutsuji manor . . . . . . . . . . . . .
