Mugiyuu (Muzan x Giyuu) Oneshots

Dinner Chaos

The ambiance of the restaurant was nothing short of extravagant. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm golden glow in the room. The air was thick with the scent of luxurious dishes. The soft hum of classical floated throughout the room.

But Tomioka Giyuu wasn't enjoying any of it.

Sitting stiffly at a corner table, he tugged uncomfortably at the collar of his jacket. The fabric felt more like a noose than the clothing it was supposed to feel like. "Why am I here..." Giyuu muttered under his breath, trying to figure out at what point in his life did he end up here.

"Relax, Giyuu," came a velvety voice from across the table. Kibutsuji Muzan sat with perfect composure, a glass of fine red wine in his hand. His lips curved into a smile that could only be described as syrupy-sweet on the surface, but enough to rot your teeth. "This is a wonderful opportunity for us to get to know each other."

Giyuu shot him a sharp glare, his eyes narrowed. "This isn't a date! I was forced into this!" Giyuu growled out.

Muzan's smile didn't waver. If anything, it grew wider. His expression eerily calm. "But isn't it nice?" He gestured vaguely at the surroundings as if the sight of glittering chandeliers and extremely overpriced food was supposed to ease Giyuu's suffering and make him feel better. "Just the two of us-"

"Three," came the voice of Akaza as he slid into the booth besides Giyuu, a wide grin plastered across his face. His presence both a relief and an annoyance. "You can't forget about me. I'm here to make sure the two of you behave."

"Oh great," Giyuu groaned as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, because this is exactly what I wanted and needed on a 'date'. A chaperone."

Akaza winked at Giyuu as his smile grew wider. "Just think of me as your emotional support demon."

Giyuu internally groaned as he once again rolled his eyes. He looked around the restaurant, hoping to find a way out, but then his eyes landed on the legendary swordsman. Tsugikuni Yoriichi.

Giyuu’s eyes widened as his jaw slightly dropped in shock. Giyuu put his hands over his face and groaned loudly. A man who was supposed to be dead is dressed in a waiter’s uniform, casually taking people's orders. A man who was supposed to be dead is now serving food and keeping a watchful eye on Muzan, it seems.

Giyuu and Yoriichi locked eyes with each other for a moment. Yoriichi gave Giyuu a look that could only be described as, "I'm only here because my paycheck depends on it."

'What the fuck is happening... Honestlyi didn't sign up for this." Giyuu thought, as he seriously contemplates how he got here in life.

"So what do you think of Muzan?" Akaza asked as he leaned on the table with a mischievous grin, bringing Giyuu out of his thoughts. "He's quite the catch, is he not?"

"A catch for who? A predator? The FBI, maybe. Seems quite fitting if you ask me," deadpanned Giyuu.

"Oh, come on!" Akaza laughed out as he slaps Giyuu on the back hard enough to knock the wind out of him. "He's rich, powerful, not to mention devastatingly attractive."

Giyuu shot a quick look at Muzan, taking in the man's perfectly tailored suit, his pale sick like skin, red eyes, and curly hair, which seems to perfectly fall into place. "Yeah, if I were into corpses," Giyuu said as he rolled his eyes.

Muzan chuckled as his eye slightly twitched. "Hmm, don't worry, Giyuu. I promise I'll treat you as a king treats his Queen."

'Queen? You'll treat me like a queen? I am a man," Giyuu thought as his left eye twitched, clearly annoyed. "Yeah, and I rathered be treated to simmered salmon with daiko," Giyuu muttered out as he stared longingly at the menu, which didn't have his favorite dish.