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🌧️ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 17🌧️

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Rain continued to pour heavily across the frigid air.. "He brought an umbrella..." I looked down at Muzan's unconscious body, sighed and slowly grabbed him using one arm, holding him close to my chest as I stepped onto The floorboards of the engawa. I opened the sliding doors and left the umbrella outside. Wooden floorboards softly groaned with each step I took, The candle light was glowing faintly, lighting up every crevice's of the room.

Droplets of water from my body descended rapidly onto the floor, I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and sprayed it on the floor and laid Riku down onto the towel as I went to the closet and grabbed more clothes and towels.. muzan breath was a bit uneven, I checked his temperature, he was just very cold.

I eased the damp kimono from his shoulders, careful not to wake him. The fabric clung to his skin, heavy with rain. His breathing stayed slow, steady. I hesitated at the next layer, then removed it too—quietly, gently. He didn't stir. I dried him off as best I could, then dressed him in clean, warm clothes. His body was cold to the touch, but he leaned into the warmth unconsciously, like he knew.

I didn't speak.

I just worked, one motion at a time, until he was no longer shivering. I lowered him onto the futon, slow and steady, careful not to wake him. His body was still damp, but the warmth of the new clothes had softened his breathing. I pulled the covers over him, tucking them in without a word. He didn't stir. Just lay there, eyes closed, face calm in a way I wasn't used to seeing.

I stood there for a moment, watching. Then turned away. The rain clung to me, cold and persistent. I walked toward the bathroom, trying not to think about the way his hand had rested against my chest before he fell asleep.

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Something shifted beneath the blankets—soft, unfamiliar. Warmth pressed against skin that still remembered the rain. Eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the dim light. The ceiling came into focus first, then the quiet hush of the room. A slow turn of the head revealed Yoriichi, lying beside me.

He looked peaceful. Too peaceful. Hair damp at the edges, lips parted slightly in sleep. That face, so still, so close, it stirred something that felt like memory. Or maybe it was déjà vu. That made my ribs ache.

My hand moved without thinking, reaching out, hovering just above his cheek. Fingers brushed skin—warm, soft, real.

But before the touch could fully retreat, a hand closed around the wrist. Firm, steady. Yoriichi's eyes opened, half-lidded with sleep.

"What are you doing?" he murmured, voice rough with exhaustion.

A pause. Then, barely above a whisper
"You're warm..."

Yoriichi's gazed at him.
"Go back to sleep. We don't want what happened last time to happen again." Yoriichi eyes never left my face

Silence stretched between them. Then—
"What if I want it to happen again?"

His grip loosened. The warmth left the wrist.
"Don't," he said quietly. "Don't you dare think that. It was a mistake."

He turned away, leaving me staring at the back of his shoulders. The space between us felt colder than the rain. I didn't move. Just lay there, staring at the curve of Yoriichi's back. I laid as still as stone, my fingers curled into the fabric of the blanket. My chest ached Not sharply, but deeply. I stared at the ceilings, then looked back at him. "Yoriichi..." The name slipped out in a soft whine, barely louder than the hush of the room. Fingers traced the curve of his back, gliding over the muscles beneath his robe. The warmth of his skin lingered under each touch. A few gentle pokes followed, then I squished his cheek. testing, teasing, just to see if he'd react.