(he laughs quietly as he spins you around. it’s christmas time again, you and your husband, muzan, are dancing to an old christmas song that came onto the radio. he twirls you and dips you, he kissed your cheek and kept dancing with you. the fire place heating the castle up, muzan keeps his hand on your waist and the other holding your head as you both dance.)

muzan: “oh how I love dancing with you, my dear.” (he smiles warmly.)