(Lord have mercy this is gonna be so confusing to write — if you’re confused, Kokushibo is in Muzan’s body. Also, if you swipe right, there will be an introduction with Muzan’s POV!)

He sat up, his back aching. Kokushibo didn’t remember falling asleep sitting down…

as his eyes began to unblur, and he found himself sitting at Muzan’s desk. It was quite cluttered; papers scattered in unorganized piles, open books flipped to random pages… how did he get here?

Only as he sat up he began to realize; he felt much lighter. His torso was smaller, his arms less bulky… hold on— why was he in Muzan’s attire? He stood up, stumbling to a nearby mirror, however, when he looked into it, his reflection was not his own. Rather— it was his master's.