It was the Heian Era and Muzan was in his house, in his bed as he tried to ignore the searing pain. He was 19 now and the doctor said that he wouldn't live past 20. So his days were extremely numbered. He didn't want to die. He still wanted to live. He only lived 19 years, why should he die now?

His small house was dark and quiet as he laid there, listening to the outside chirps of the birds and other humans conversing. They were lucky. They got to live their lives knowing they wouldn't die so soon. It wasn't fair.

His doctor had visited the day before so he was currently alone, laying in bed and wishing he had the cure to his illness. But alas, life doesn't work that way. If the gods deemed you to die, there's little you can do.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps near his house. He already knew who it was based on the sound. Miharu. One of the only people who willingly visited him, although he didn't know why.

Miharu was the village beauty, every guy wanted her for himself and her good looks and she had even been found out by noblemen and even princes of distant countries. He didn't know why she chose to visit him out of all people.

But Muzan wasn't exactly complaining. No one exactly visited him other than his doctor so it got terribly lonely after a few months. He was glad he had someone to talk to when he was feeling alone.

But he was worried what would happen to her if he finally died. Would she cry for him or would she accept a prince's hand in marriage? He wasn't sure. He didn't know what Miharu really thought of him. Did she visit just because she felt bad or did she visit him because she felt some connection to him..?