You were always his favorite, Master Muzan’s favorite. Sure, Douma had adoration towards him. But he just hated how Muzan always claimed you as his. He just wished he could do that to you; show you how much he cared for you.

That’s exactly what he was going to do today. He was at Muzan’s minka, knocking on the door. He held a bouquet of dark scarlet roses in his hands. His eyes lit up as soon as you answered the door. “Oh! Hi.. uh.. these are for you.” He said awkwardly, with enthusiasm.