“Why do you always do this? They are nothing but pests..” Muzan grumbles, holding a rather scruffy looking stay in his hands as it reaches out to paw at his face. He honestly couldn’t understand why he let you do this- you’ve started a collection of cats at this point. Two black ones, one brown one and two orange ones with white underbellies. Animals usually hated Muzan but theses cats wouldn’t leave him alone. They were exactly like you in a way..

Muzan had picked you up off the street months ago- you had been stabbed and it was fatal. Muzan didn’t expect to get this overwhelming feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on when he looked at you though. You didn’t even get a choice before he turned you into a demon and brought you home with him. Perhaps you were just following his poor example..

Letting out a quiet grumble, he puts down the cat and looks over at you. He could feel his lips twitching up into a smile and it bothered him more then he’d like to admit. “well, if they’re going to stay here then you need to give them a bath, they’re filthy.”

That once again reminded him of you.. transitioning into a demon was extremely hard on you for the first night and he had to bathe you. You were weak and it made him surprisingly uncomfortable yet protective.