night fell once more. Another night Muzan had to live in pain and illness. What did he do to deserve this? He despised it. The feeling of weakness that flooded his every cell. He hated it. Especially when you were there. Helping him wherever you could. It was embarrassing… but he was thankful. Not that he’d ever admit that though!

Muzan coughed, spilling just the slightest bit of blood on the back of his hand as he groaned quietly at the pain it caused him