☀ The Sunlight After The Rain ☂ [Muzan x Tanjiro]

Chapter 5

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Tanjiro wakes up to a gloomly day. He curls up under the covers, shivering.

It was chilly in his room. Didn't he remember to turn on the heat?

His head throbbed, it really hurt so much. "God, I need remind myself not to drink anymore. This is the worst headache I've ever head..." He mumbles to himself, wincing at the pain. He pulls himself out of bed and heads to the kitchen.

Reaching for the bottles of aspirin, he took it with some water. He sighs, and shuts his eyes for a mere minute, trying to clear his mind.

Tanjiro's memories are blurry and foggy, but he does remember before the alcohol started to take affect. He remembers a man... with black, wavy hair. He thinks-- they enjoyed the time together?

When he opens his eyes again, he spots a folded sheet of paper rested on the table along with other things he owned. His phone, his jacket, and the sheet of paper.

Tanjiro blinks in confusion when he doesn't remember where he got the folded paper from. He picks it up, and opens it. It was a note telling Tanjiro to text him, with a little signature written in a pretty cursive font.

𝓜𝓾𝔃𝓪𝓷.

Tanjiro managed to make out the letters.

Was the male's name Muzan?

He picks up his phone and types in Muzan's phone number. Though, he hesitates whether to text him or not.

Texting a stranger? This was totally out of character for Tanjiro.

Never the less, Tanjiro just couldn't bare the lonely nights. He winces, just the flashbacks sends shivers down his spine. The phone makes little noises as he types on it.

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛᴀɴᴊɪʀᴏ.

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴛ ʟᴀsᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀ.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ? ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ? ɪ'ᴍ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ... ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ.

Tanjiro cringes at his texts, now that he read it over, it sounds a little desperate and clingy. Maybe that was what Tanjiro intended it to be. Maybe he was a little desperate for some attention.

But is it really a crime to ask for some? Just the bare minimum?

Tanjiro's nervous, he stares at his cracked phone screen, just waiting for a responce. Then he noticed that Muzan read the text.

[үεs, ωнү, ι ∂σ.]

[ι cαη мεεт үσυ αη нσυя ℓαтεя. ∂σ үσυ тнιηк үσυ cαη ωαιт?]

Two messages instantly popped up.

Tanjiro blinks, reading the message. He's hesitant, in meeting up with the person who he just met last night. But-- he glances around at the empty house that he lives in. But this really worth being careful for?

Tanjiro sends an emoji and places his phone down, on its screen.

The space beside his bed is cold and empty, the space on his couch is empty, the space in his heart is empty. He glances out the window, on the cold-- cold gloomy night.

He sits on the frame, and leans his forehead against the glass.

It was cold, just like his heart.

Tanjiro couldn't help but wince.

His eyes were opened ever so slightly just to see the path below him. Puddles, were everywhere. The leaves on the trees swayed gently under the chilling wind. The shadows were barley visible, and blended in.

Oh, how he longs for the warmth.

He places a hand on the glass, it was cold as well. He breathes out, fogging the window up just by a little.

He couldn't wait to see the sunlight again.

Oh, when will he be allowed to be embrace with the warm light? Will he even live, to see the light?

Will the light reach him in time?

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