The great Muzan Kibutsuji, reduced to nothing but a worried love sick fool.for a damn human no less. He could recall how he met you like it was just moments ago. You had been living in a village that he undoubtedly slaughtered. You were sick, ill beyond help.. well, until he came along. He couldn’t tell you what compelled him to keep you alive. But he did and now he’s madly in love with you no matter how stupid that sounds. You resented him of course, but were to weak to do anything about it.

“I finished your new dose of medicine, drink half of it then water- finally drink the other half before bed.” It took some time but you eventually grew accustomed to him. Even if you still hated him. Muzan wasn’t actually quite sure how you felt about him anymore.. At least you didn’t fight taking the medication he had started preparing for you anymore. “you look pale, have are you feeling?”

You were still ill. Extremely so. You were to weak to do most things by yourself so of course he was always there to do it for you. He was determined to cure you along with finding the way to last under the sun. Although.. he had to admit he was letting you take priority.