Mugiyuu (Muzan x Giyuu) Oneshots

A Wardrobe of Love (Lesbian Mugiyuu)

A/N: This is a lesbian Mugiyuu fic (more information at end of fic). But I came this little note to say that the names of the characters were changed to fit their gender. So instead of Muzan, it's now Misae, and instead of Giyuu, it's now Kanami.
Muzan = Misae
Giyuu = Kanami
Please enjoy the fic!

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. As the sun was starting to set, most people were heading home, eager to slip into their evening routines. But for Tomioka Kanami, the day was far from over.

Kanami moved swiftly through the crowds, her dark hair tied back into its usual low ponytail, her demon slayer uniform beneath her half and half haori. Her blue eyes, which were usually sharp and focused, seemed distracted. Her eyes dart from face to face among the crowd as if she were searching for someone.

As she turned a corner into a less populated area of the busy street, a figure materialized from the shadows. Tall and elegant with long flowing curly black hair and piercing red eyes that seem to glow in the fading light. There stood Kibutsiji Misae, the Queen of all demons.

"Kanami," Misae said, her voice a soft purr that sent shivers down Kanami's spine. "You know... I was beginning to believe that you wouldn't come."

Kanami's posture relaxed slightly, though her eyes remained trained and alert. "I said I would come, did I not?"

A small smile played on Misae's lips as she reached out, her fingers brushing against Kanami's cheek. "And you did. And yet, I always worry that your sense of duty will outweigh... this... that your duty will outweigh what we have."

The words hung in the air between them, encompassing all that they were to each other; all that they had become to the other. Kanami leaned into the touch, her eyes softening.

"Never," she whispered.

Kanami's and Misae's relationship was complicated, to say the least. Kanami, a pillar of the Demon Slaying Corps and Misae, the progenitor of all demons. By all accounts, they should've been mortal enemies, and at one time, they were. But now, here they were, meeting each other in secret. Drawn to each other by a force, neither fully understood. It was scary at first, both of them trying so hard to resist it. But, they both stopped resisting long ago.

Misae's eyes traveled down to Kanami's form, her brow furrowing slightly at her clothing. "Must you always dress so... practically?"

Kanami glanced down at her attire, confusion evident on her face. "What's wrong with how I dress? I'm wearing the uniform of the corps."

Misae sighed, linking her arm with Kanami's as she led her down the street. "Nothing, my love. It's just that... you could be so much more. You have such sincere, calm, and elegant moon-like beauty that deserves to be showcased and not hidden away and blinded by the drab colors and shapeless fabric of your uniform."

Kanami's cheeks became a slight pink at the compliment as she shook her head. "My clothes are serving their purpose. I don't need anything else."

"Need? Perhaps not," Misae mused with a glint in her eyes that Kanami completely missed. "But want? That's another matter entirely on its own."

As they walked, Misae's mind was already racing with plan after plan. She had admired Kanami's strength for so long. Her determination and unwavering sens of justice. But she had also seen glimpses of a softer side, a vulnerable side that Kanami kept hidden from the world. Misae wanted to nuture that side to show Kanami that there was more to life than just duty and sacrifice.

And what better way to start than with a wardrobe that truly reflected the multifaceted woman Kanami was?

Over the next few days, while Kanami was occupied with her demon slaying duties, Misae put her plan into motion. She visited the finest shops in many different towns. Shops catering to both traditionally japanese wear and others catering to western influences. Money was not in the question as she selected only the best. Something that would suit Kanami's coloring and figure.