why?!!

part 3

Muzan pov

Damn swordman.
This guy is really disgusting.

Every moment spent in his presence feels like a torturous game of cat and mouse.

When I suggested that he could sleep on the floor, he insisted we share the bed, that we can sleep together in one bed.

There’s no way I’m giving him the satisfaction of seeing me vulnerable like that.

I argued with for a while to decide who's going to sleep in the floor.

Of course I lose when he said if I doesn't want to sleep with him in one bed I have to sleep in the floor.

That's why I have to be in the floor.

He locked the door before settling in, hiding the key in his clothes like a moron, I can't run away by open the door.

What a moron. As I lay on the floor, the frustration bubbles within me. If I don’t act now, I’ll be stuck here all night.

"Shit how can i escape now... it's middle of the night if i won't do anything i have stay here and listen everything he said."

I was laying on the floor thinking how can I escape.

An idea sparks in my mind.

I slowly rise to my feet, approaching Yoriichi, who lies peacefully asleep.

Cursing under my breath, I kneel beside him.

I need that key. If I can just find it, I can escape this ridiculous predicament.

I curse him to dead.

I Try to find the key in his clothes. I have to be careful otherwise he will wake up. I search for the key everywhere but didn't found.

I search through his clothes, trying to be as quiet as possible.

My fingers brush against the fabric, but I can’t find the key.

"Maybe he hide it under the shirt"

With careful movements, I begin to unbutton his shirt, Just as I reach the third button, his eyes snap open.

- what are doing .. muzan?- he question, surprise lacing his voice.

I jerk back, startled, but he grabs my kimono, pulling me closer.

Before I know it, I’ve fallen against him, our faces mere inches apart. Anger surges through me at his sudden actions.

I felt his hot calm breathing on my face. While my breathing is so fast.

- what were you doing muzan?- he again question me.

I looked away from his glare.