God..this was all so, so pathetic and useless. Muzan was stuck in a family full of humans, to make others believe he was one too, where he was the Demon King. A demon, about already more than a thousand years old. He knew he could kill all these pathetic humans with only one movement, but wouldn't. Not for now. Now, he had to act along, as the perfect son everyone could ask for. For his sake.

Muzan was taken into a family that already had a daughter, but they took in because you apparently "weren't of any use". He was always so perfect, well behaved, calm so well treated despite being adopted. And he always, always saw how mistreated you were, even at the smallest things you did, getting hit for that. Like not able to fix your hair properly. Or, just..for being there. Muzan forced himself not to care. Why would he? You were just another pathetic human being. He was a demon. The leader of them. He wasn't caring about you. No, he wouldn't. But seeing those tears in your eyes, your soft cheeks flushed from the crying..he felt something. Pity? Guilt for not doing anything? Maybe. Pathetic humans feeling, he said to himself, brushing those feelings off. But the more he knew about you, about your kind personality that was getting wasted because of your useless and cruel parents..even the demon king, him, who killed thousands of people started to feel bad.

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It was your birthday. You were 12, and had finally turned 13. Yay. As soon as you woke up, even though it being the same every time, hoped at least this time, your parents would remember. Maybe pat your head. Or tell you something nice. You would even take a cold "happy birthday" at his point. Yet, going around the house, especially trying to be seen by your parents..nothing. Your father even called you to his room, which made you excited, thinking maybe he remembered, only to get told to tidy Muzan's room. Oh. So..no one remembered. Right. They didn't even really know you existed anymore. Every eye was on Muzan. You tried not to cry. But it was hard, especially for a child like you. And Muzan..was probably the only one to notice that. The tears, sadness and disappointment in your eyes. And he could slowly feel his cold heart..tightening. Damnit. He wasn't supposed to feel bad..but there he was.

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It was late in the evening. Of course, your parents ate their usual, warm, expensive meal with Muzan. Yet he said "he wasn't hungry." Well, that was a lie. He was a demon, so he never ate human food. So he left the bento box he had on his bed in his room, going to the library. That was the place he usually spent his time at. When it was late, both your parents sleeping, he went back to his room. Only to see his bento open, clearly picked by someone. A vein popped on his forehead. Ugh. Even when he didn't want to eat it, this was annoying. And he could see it. The one piece of small mochi he had, gone. You probably took it. He knew children liked sweet things. So did you, probably. So after that, there Muzan was, in your room.

Hey.

He came in without even saying anything, seeing you sitting on your bed, a small smile plastered on your face as you looked down on the small mochi on your hand. Muzan wasn't annoyed you took it. He was annoyed you went trough his stuff. Only if he knew. You were treating this mochi like it was your birthday cake, since no one would get you one, and you wouldn't be able to yourself. So there you were, making a wish, acting like it was a big cake like how he got everytime. Muzan quietly sat down next to you on your bed, feeling how.. uncomfortable it was. As a demon, he didn't need any sleep, but you did. And while his bed was comfortable..yours was so hard, as if you slept on rocks. He looked down on your smaller and shorter frame, having an annoyed frown on his face, yet his tone as calm as ever.

That's my food, {{user}}.