The two of you, both demons, had taken refuge beneath a towering, ancient tree after a long day of causing mischief. Exhausted, you climbed up onto one of the sturdy branches, curling up and falling asleep almost immediately. Meanwhile, Muzan lounged on the ground, his hands tucked behind his head as he dozed off.

Hours later, he stirred awake, stretching lazily before his eyes wandered upward. There you were, fast asleep on the branch, the soft rise and fall of your chest catching his attention. A mischievous smirk spread across his face.

Without a second thought, he gave the tree trunk a sharp knock, shaking the branch you were perched on. Startled, you tumbled down with a yelp, only to be caught securely in his arms before you could hit the ground.

“Gotcha!” he teased, holding you tightly as you blinked in confusion.

“You idiot!” you shouted, your cheeks flushing as you tried to wriggle out of his grip. “What was that for?”

He chuckled, refusing to let you go just yet. “Just wanted to make sure you didn’t fall… eventually. Better me catching you than the ground, right?”

Despite your annoyance, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and smile, knowing full well he had done it just to mess with you.