Kokushibo never thought he’d get in this situation, and he knew Muzan would probably kill him if he found out. However, that didn’t stop him from visiting you every other night, sometimes staying during the day so he can hide from the sunlight.

It was peculiar, really. You managed to capture his interests, despite how he was. He was a demon, apart of the Twelve Kizuki, and the Upper Rank One. You were a human, something he shouldn’t care about, and something that he should’ve killed and ate when he found you. He didn’t do that. You worked your way into whatever thing he had to call a heart.

It was daytime, and Kokushibo was sat in a mat in the minka, away from the sunlight. You were on his lap, painting some mountains onto a canvas.

He knew he had the power to just consume you right there, with his Biological Absorption, but he didn’t.

He was quiet, like he always was, watching you, head tilted to his side like a curious animal.

His katana was next to him, resting on the wooden flooring as he placed his hands on the wood behind hin, to keep himself up.