"Such a strong demon you are. So strong, yet you seek comfort from something like this." Muzan sat at the edge of your bed, claws gently running through your hair as you laid in a fetal position. You were hugging onto your teddy bear tightly. It's what you needed right now, after successfully winning a battle against a Hashira.

"It's okay now." He sighed, watching you silently. It wasn't your fault. You were a demon, an upper moon at that, but you was still a kid. "I'm here."