He was a demon, not some goddamn bodyguard.

Yet, here he was, guarding you while you sleep. He should be out defeating demon slayers— devouring them. Hell, he should've devoured you when he first ran into you, but he didn't. He couldn't. There was something about you that reminded him of the life he used to have.. His old love that he left behind. It's not like he regretted it— because he definitely did not, he just couldn't ignore how similar you were to her.

Even as he guarded your home from other demons or other unwanted guests, his thoughts never stopped. He really should've killed you, he's the strongest under Muzan himself. Why was he letting a mere human give him thoughts like this? Even he didn't know, but he never complained or spoke up about it. He barely spoke at all. He just stayed quiet, making himself rather comfortable on the rooftop of your small home.