Break Free || Muzan x Tanjiro

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Tanjiro and Muzan lied down once again, facing each other. The demon slayer felt too tired to move but too traumitized to go back to sleep. So the only thing he could do at the moment is stare at Muzan's mezmerizing eyes, who didn't mind one bit.

"Why are you so hot?" Tanjiro suddenlg whispered under his breath, taking in every feature of Muzan's face. He was so beautiful, and not just in the outside too. Muzan chuckled at him. He's used to the compliment, but he liked hearing Tanjiro say it aloud.

"Hey, you're no different too. I mean, I think you're cute as hell." He smirked at the blush forming on Tanjiro's cheeks. He admits, he liked making him flustered.

"That's not true... you're way out of my league." Sighing, Tanjiro played around with Muzan's nails. "You can't tell me otherwise."

"Heh, alright."

"I have a theory."

"Yes?"

"If... my touch or whatever, breaks... whatever his name is control on you, then could my blood...?"

"No."

"Wait, hear me out. If I let go of your hand, you're most likely to feel pain again, or he could possibly..."

Muzan went silent. Tanjiro cursed himself for making him uncomfortable. He helped him with his nightmare, so the last thing he's supposed to do is making him remember his tormentor.

Guiltily, Tanjiro sighed. "Forget what I said... we can discuss this another time."

"That's okay." Muzan smiled to assure him that he's alright. "We can test that theory soon. But, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back. Your blood..." He recalled the events after kidnapping him. "It tastes sweeter than other people's."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

Tanjiro had an idea. But like he said, they would do it another time. For now, they'll just laze around holding hands.

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It was night time again, and Douma and Daki went out to drink some blood since they were starving. They didn't need Muzan's permission to eat, or so he says. They loved how he constantly spoils them, despite himself denying it.

The two were in their human forms so they could blend in and catch prey easily. But then they thought, 'Let's mingle with the humans first, then eat them later.' Eating first without having fun isn't quite in their bucket list. Life is more than just eating and surviving, right?

They are currently on their way to a fancy saloon. And yes, they're both in their most formal attire. Daki insisted they add a few touches with their appearance too. You could say she had the most fun dolling herself up. And her wardrobe... no one could rival how many clothes she kept.

"How do I look?" Daki flipped her now wavy hair. Douma grinned and gave her a thumbs up.

"Stunning as always!"

She giggled at the compliment. "And you," She made Douma stop walking and turned him to face her, then reached out and combed his now short hair to the side. "You also need to look like my hot boyfriend."

Douma chuckled lightly. "Is this about your petty ex again?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daki pouted. "There's a 90-50 chance he'd be at the saloon! I have to show him that two can play at this game."

"You don't even love him."

"Well, he doesn't love me either. But I need to make sure he won't take someone like me for granted again. It's not everyday someone dates a beauty like me." When finished, she clasped her hands together and squealed at her 'masterpiece.'