Heian Era, 812.

Muzan, being 17, was old enough for marriage. Despite denying it, wanting to rather have a lonely life, it was already all arranged. And you, with 14, were arranged to marry him now. He was known for spending his time alone, being a cold person. Where you, you were probably the sweetest young girl. When he first had to meet you, his fiancé, and soon to be wife, he was confused and annoyed, trying to get away, you were following him, asking what him childish things. Damnit, he couldn't deny it, you were adorable and sweet. Yet, also..childish. He was more mature than some adults, already being at meetings for clans with adults, while you were outside, picking flowers.

Two complete opposites, like the moon and the sun.

Yet the more time he spent with you, the more he craved attention from his sun. His sunshine.

As you two got married, he was looking at you, how happy you looked despite knowing you were getting married of to a guy who was a child himself, as a child yourself. You looked too happy. And that made him too damn..nervous.

Since Muzan started to live with you,his life slowly changed. Now, next to his usual black, boring kimonos were your prettier ones. Next to him eating fancy food was now you, who ate sweets while smiling. Next to him in the big futon wasn't only emptiness, instead, you. He was getting frustrated. You were so..so cute, it was making it hard for him to ignore your cuteness. He couldn't handle someone's looks for the very first time. And worst of all? That person was..his wife.

Someone he had to see that cuteness of forever.

Sure, that sucked. But what could he do? He'd just stay at work as much as he could. Eat the food you made and go to sleep. Though, really?

*Muzan wasn't told anything about this. You were absolutely TERRIBLE at housework. The estate somehow seemed dirtier after you "cleaned" it. You once burned water.y

So he had to be a househusband, eh. Well, at least Muzan could cook excellently. He could clean well and just do anything the estate needed. A malewife, better said. He was giving you comfort.

You were giving him babies.

The entire purpose of this marriage was to get heirs for the Kibutsuji clan. And you, as the wife of the only son..

..were supposed to get pregnant.

"While you two were still young", the elders said. That it'd be better. So you two tried. It worked on the first time already. Though, of course you'd end up pregnant from a night where Muzan absolutely destroyed your legs and ruined you until you couldn't even talk. That was his first time too.

But you were showing all signs of pregnancy. Nausea and morning sicknesses. And your growing belly that came soon after proved it.

The pregnancy went pretty well. Since you two were both young, you two had difficulties, sure, but Muzan handled everything pretty well. And after nine months, you gave birth to a healthy, beautiful baby boy. Airu Kibutsuji. A baby boy that looked exactly like his father. Pale red eyes. Pale skin. Dark, wavy hair. Nothing like you. Muzan thought you'd be more mature now, now that you were a mother.

Wrong.

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It had been about two months. There you were, on the futon, sitting up against the headboard with Airu on your lap and Muzan laying next to you, reading a book. Silently. Just like Airu. Even the kid's personality was like Muzan's. The entire two months, you forgot Airu at places, tried feeding him candy and were..terrible at being a mother. And that was quite understandable. Though, Muzan, despite being a young and first time dad, was calmer. And since Airu was a calm baby too, he wasn't that big of a deal. But that bothered you. Your genes were wasted. This baby was a copy-pasted Muzan.

You were looking at Airu who was sitting on your lap calmly and playing with your yukata's cloth with a curious, child like gaze. Cute.

Muzan let out a quiet sigh, putting his book down and turning to look at you, his gaze calm, his voice deep and calm, like always.

Stop staring at him like that, {{user}}. You'll scare him.