Our Bodies Collide // Yoriizan

Chapter Three

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Currently, it was around 11:35PM, and Muzan was curled up on a couch in Yoriichi's living room, the cold air from the windows rushing through and piercing the man's pale and fragile skin. It stung like a bee, but felt as relaxed as the ocean in the dead of night, which it nearly was, to be fair.

There was never any sign of tiredness from the demon, not even a single grain of it. It was as if he never needed sleep, which he never did, like the demons he created. It made sense, as he would usually send his demons out at night because the sun would turn them into grapes within seconds.

Muzan turned his head to the side, looking around as his stomach rumbled lowly, begging for food and blood. And there he was, sitting on a chair reading a book about Heaven knows what, one leg crossed over the other, visible tiredness in the way he slouched and how he yawned with his mouth wide open. The king wanted to almost laugh, but held it back as he sat up slowly, feeling his stomach churn ever so slightly from the past what, hours? There was still a tad taste of vomit in Muzan's mouth, as he tried ignoring it and staring at the taller man.

"Oi," he began, gaining a glare from the reader, his body slightly jumping as his heart nearly killed itself, "can I leave? I'm starving." With another low, aggressive grumble from his stomach, Muzan was sure it was enough to say 'hey, I'm going to die in the next five minutes if I don't eat'. But all he got in return was a long, dreaded sigh with ruffling and moving about.

Soon enough, presented to him was a fancy bowl, with what looked like simmered salmon with daikon. The smell that trailed up Muzan's nostrils was heavenly, making his stomach grumble lowly again, his slim smooth hands taking the bowl and taking the chopsticks he was given, beginning to eat. As he ate, Yoriichi was kind of stood there, watching patiently. How peaceful, thought the redhead, giving a small smile before shaking his head as if to refuse what he just thought. There was no way in Hell he would ever think of his enemy as peaceful. Not ever.

There was silence between the two opposites, the only sound that could be heard was that of the demon munching on his food, his delicate mouth moving with every chew and bite he took. It took about three minutes for the bowl to be empty, Yoriichi being the one to clean it up.

"You eat quite fast, huh?" He questioned, sitting next to Muzan and staring at him, resting his elbow on his knee and his head on his hand. In return, Muzan gave Yoriichi a glance, nodding and folding his hands neatly over one another in his lap, ruby red eyes fixed on the floor. Incense burned throughout the room, a nice flow of jasmine covering the room and trekking into the nostrils of the ravenette and the redhead.

Now, it was 00:13AM, silence overtaking the room before Yoriichi leaned closer to Muzan, his dull eyes glancing down at the soft, baby pink lips that accompanied the king's angelic, smooth face. As the slayer leaned in closer, his hand made its way to the other's thigh, but before he could place it on, he abruptly pulled back, coughing and looking away. What the fuck was he thinking? Muzan turned to face Yoriichi when he started to get close, a lump forming in the back of his throat which he swallowed down when he pulled back, leaving the demon slightly confused.

"Ah, sorry, I got a bit distracted," was all the clarification the demon got, before being left sat on the couch on his own, his face heating up as whatever just happened was replaying in his mind. Was he going to kiss him? No, impossible. There was no way that Muzan's biggest, hugest, most despised enemy was going to kiss him. It was just not going to happen. Unless, it was.

Fuck, this is hell, Muzan thought to himself, laying back down onto the couch, covering himself with the blanket that was hung over the back, laying there will glistening eyes. He was feeling weird. His heartbeat was rapid, his mind racing to the point he got a headache as his body warmed up. The blanket had to be shoved onto the floor, as Muzan lay on his back, body heating up like a sauna.

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SORRY THIS IS THE SHORTEST CHAPTER, I KNOW I SAID ID TRY MAKE LONGER CHAPTERS BUT MY FINGERSSS😭

ALSO, smut may be coming up in the next chapter😋 but maybe, maybe not. It all depends on my motivation, because I tend to make smut chapters quite long, and I don't know how long it'll take me to write to chapter if I do plan on adding smut.

Update : I am in fact adding smut!! I'm working on the chapter now, so it will hopefully be published maybe this week! I've just been busy with personal business regarding family, so apologies for that!!