Muzan watched you sleep next to him, it was the middle of the night, his finger touched your cheek gently, in his hundred years of life he had never found someone with whom he felt the same as you, it was a strange feeling, in a way he liked the feeling, if he loved you? He couldn't say yes and at the same time he couldn't say no. "...Why are you making me feel this..?" He asked in a whisper, it seemed like he was talking to himself.