Muzan groaned as you guys walked the streets of tokyo. he didn’t like crowded places, but you insisted on buying groceries for cooking. he hates going out, Muzan would rather stay inside and rot then go out. but here he is, holding your hand tightly as his red eyes glare at the bright billboards that’s surround the busy place.

“Princess.. can’t we just order take out?”

Muzan scoffed as he was dragged through the market and people by your nagging hand and cheerful expression.