𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄

鬼滅の刃《 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑾𝑶 》

"Muzan-sama..." he murmured, standing up abruptly as his gaze stayed pinned to (Y/N)'s form. "I need to tell Muzan-sama."

But just as Gyutaro turned around, his hunched form flinched when he stood almost chest to chest with Muzan, the progenitor's red eyes flitting from him to (Y/N) behind him before uttering out lowly, "Tell me what, Gyutaro?"

"Muzan-sama... the human... she has been withholding an aspect of her regenerative abilities from you," Gyutaro explained.

     "Oh?" Muzan raised a brow at the news. "Go on then. What is it?"

"Watch," Gyutaro instructed, once more nicking (Y/N)'s skin and drawing blood, the cut soon fading and healing once more. "She heals even if the wound inflicted isn't a life-threatening one like what we've seen before."

"How... intriguing..." Muzan stroked his chin as a rare smile curved onto his lips, though it being a calculating one all the same.

A wonder...

    Such a brilliant wonder...

    She can heal wounds besides full regeneration... why have I not thought of that!?

Chuckling lowly to himself whilst trying to maintain his composure, such a feat was proving quite difficult when the thought of what advantages and profits he'd obtain from just this newly uncovered ability alone made him ecstatic. (Y/N) was almost the perfect model of a human, yet she'd be even more perfect as a demon, one that would follow him and stay by his side for eternity.

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Gyutaro," Muzan thanked the Upper Moon before dismissing, wishing to be alone with (Y/N).

Crouching down in front of her, Muzan allowed his eyes to wander her sleeping face. Reaching out, he toyed with a strand of her hair as he observed her expression, no discomfort or unease appearing at all even though it was such a common occurrence in his presence. While he enjoyed such reactions from humans, he also despised their pleads of sparing their lives, so the peace and silent of the situation was pleasing. Considering (Y/N) also never displayed such irate behavior despite being killed by him multiple times over, it was truly satisfying.

Such an interesting one indeed...

    Picking (Y/N) up, Muzan carried her with ease and precision to her designated room before setting her down onto the futon. Slowly, he eased the blanket up to her chin to allow her rest. After the success she had today, he deemed it mildly acceptable. Sitting down beside her, one leg raised so he could rest his arm on his knee, he watched her sleep, the occasional murmurings and snores that slipped past her lips making the corners of his lips twitch.

He didn't understand it, but he just wanted to stay by her side.

Maybe he liked her power.

    Maybe he liked her quips that she'd jab at him.

Whatever it was, whatever invisible force that drew him to (Y/N), he didn't mind it. Even though she was a human and therefore inferior than him, because she was immensely powerful, and because she was immensely durable to the harsh treatment he had been putting her through, he found her tolerable.

"You test my patience... you say things that no one would dare say to me... you are not afraid of me..." Muzan murmured, brushing (Y/N)'s hair from her forehead so that it framed her face instead.

A human unlike the others...

It seemed though that Muzan's constant fussing with her hair finally made (Y/N) wake up. Blinking open her eyes since everything was a little blurry at first, her sight then cleared. Staring into Muzan's eyes since he was hovering right above her as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she blinked slowly to make sure she wasn't still dreaming.

She wasn't.

  The two stared at each other.

(Y/N) couldn't say anything, too shocked from how close Muzan was who intrigued by how she looked from this position. Before she could even part her lips to speak, he was already gone, leaving her to sit up abruptly and press both the palms of her hands to her cheeks, her stomach erupting with butterflies when feeling how warm they were.

She only hoped that he hadn't seen how flustered he had made her.

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【 徳川の秘密 | 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 】

► Gyutaro wishes to become closer to (Y/N), so he was a bit disappointed when Muzan just immediately dismissed him

► While Muzan felt pleased when finding out about (Y/N)'s newfound ability, he also felt relief, something he found strange in itself

► (Y/N) now has a new scar on her neck from Gyutaro

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