Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] I think I’m in love with you | {KokuZan}

Theme: Fluff

Note: 💀 @FanficSnail and whoever else wanted it, here’s your fluff..

Muzan was absolute shit at expressing his feelings. This was a fact. A fact that Muzan used as an excuse to not say a thing to Kokushibo whenever he got close to saying he loved him. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if this was love or if this was just admiration or something for his strongest Uppermoon.

Eventually, though, he decided it must be love because there was no way admiration meant thinking of Kokushibo nearly every second of every day, longing to be with him, watching him carefully when he was around, having his own heartbeat quicken just at the sound of Kokushibo’s voice, and imagining things he shouldn’t be thinking about him.

It was maddening, but Muzan got used to after a while. Kind of. ..Not really. Well, no. He didn’t get used to it. In fact, around Kokushibo, he got flustered each time more and more. But he was sure nobody could tell. Well, he wanted nobody to be able to tell. Of course, that wasn’t the case. 

As it turns out, everybody BUT Kokushibo had noticed it and Muzan, who had decided to read his Uppermoon’s minds to find out who knew or suspected, had found that out to his dismay. Then, in his panic, he’d gone to Kokushibo—too nervous to read his mind—and said, “Do you know, too..?”

Kokushibo was utterly perplexed and it brought Muzan at temporary ease that Kokushibo didn’t know. And then panic again because everyone else knew. Even Nakime who was only present at the meetings because they were held at the Infinity Fortress.

Muzan confronted all of them one at a time, deciding that it would be embarrassing to face all of them at once. He started with Nakime who was already there.

“Nakime. Do you.. can you say absolutely nothing to Kokushibo?” he said, less of a request and more of a plead.

“Hm? Ah, yes, of course, Master,” she agreed, appearing not to be surprised at all by this question.

Muzan, confirming that she wasn’t lying by reading her mind, had went off to find the next demon and had found Douma first before he found Daki. So he went to him and said, almost sternly, “Douma, what are you doing out here in the woods?”

“This is near my cult, Master,” Douma had said, bowing. 

“Right. Anyways, don’t say anything to Kokushibo.”

“What?” The Uppermoon had been quite confused and Muzan had to face the humiliating explanation as he tried to tell Douma what he meant without making it sound so fucking obvious. “Ohh! Right, right! Okay!” Douma said, almost cheerfully.

“Good.” And off to the next Uppermoon Muzan had fled, his face still pink from having to explain.

He found Hantengu next who, as it turns out, only his clones had know about it and he was completely clueless until Muzan had ended up cutting him in half and had told the clones what he meant, much to Hantengu’s confusion.

Next was Gyokko because he decided that he didn’t particularily want to pay a visit to the Entertainment District yet so he found himself in a room full of paint and clay and pots and so much more he couldn’t bother identifying. He found Gyokko under a bunch of pots, painting something so intricately and carefully that when Muzan had cleared his throat, Gyokko had flinched and ruined the whole painting. He didn’t get mad, at least not out loud, and only just bowed—or however he bowed, Muzan thought.

“You will not say a single thing to Kokushibo or I’ll personally see to that you’re held in the sun with burning poles stuck through your head,” Muzan growled.

Gyokko, trembling at this but also in wonder, had nodded. 

Muzan had found that Gyokko tended to talk about everything and anything whenever he wanted so he had to make a threat to it as well or else Gyokko might not pay attention. He’d decided that he didn’t have to clarify to Gyokko what he meant and he could just forbid him from speaking to him at all.

“Good. Now I’ll let you get back to your useless pottery.” Muzan had left, noting Gyokko’s sudden mood change at that, and headed off to the last Uppermoon, Daki. Or, rather, Daki and Gyutaro.

He found them easily and waited for Daki to come back from killing some random woman before he insisted she said not a word of what she knew to Kokushibo. She’d agreed, of course, but had seemed almost giddy at the fact that Muzan had somewhat admitted that he liked Kokushibo and she’d waved at him as he left.

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Now, Muzan was in his office, lighting a fire in the fire place and sitting down, muttering to himself. He felt a presence moving closer and he jolted, looking up. It was Kokushibo.

There was a knock at the door and Muzan considered if he should let him in or not for about half a second before he said, “Enter.”

Kokushibo did, and Muzan was about to read his mind then decided against it because maybe Kokushibo had found out and if he did he didn’t want to know what he thought of it. Though if he’d found out, who had told him..? Maybe someone before he’d warned them not to? Probably not, though, because he would’ve known from reading their mind. 

“Yes? What is it you want?” he asked, leaning back on his chair, trying to seem casual, unbothered. But of course he wasn’t. His heart was racing and he was barely mantaning his face from flushing red. He pretended he was taking his hat off just because he could, but it was more of when he did there was a gentle and temporary push of the air that let him feel a little cooler but really his temperature would sky-rocket if he didn’t stop it somehow. He probably could do it easily but his mind was only focused on Kokushibo right now.

Kokushibo bowed upon entering, apparently clueless on how Muzan was feeling. He was quiet at first then he said, “I.. I heard that.. Uhm.”

Muzan raised an eyebrow, curious. Kokushibo looked slightly flushed but probably because he’d come to see Muzan without being called over—not that Muzan minded, it made him feel like Kokushibo viewed him as someone he wanted to talk to. On the other hand, this might be because he’d found out his secret.

“Yes?”

“You.. could read my mind, no?” Kokushibo suggested.

And with that, Muzan did, letting down the mental barrier he’d created to avoid hearing his Uppermoon’s thoughts. He took a second to get used to the extra sound in his mind before he sorted through Kokushibo’s most recent memories. He saw Kokushibo talking to someone, appearing to be buying something. He was paying? No, Kokushibo later discarded of that human. He went to look for the next memory but found Kokushibo had started thinking of something in the past. It was with.. Tamayo. The traitorous woman. Kokushibo was there as well. He was talking to Tamayo. What for? Oh. He didn’t realize Tamayo wasn’t on Muzan’s side. 

Apparently Kokushibo had been interested in Muzan. Not the way Muzan liked Kokushibo now, of course. More interest in, like, just everything he might need to know about Muzan. He started off with the questions most humans think of asking first—such as birthday, favorite things, etc. Clearly this was right after Kokushibo had turned into a demon otherwise he’d have asked things more as what were Muzan’s powers. He was still getting used to all of it.

Tamayo had known a lot of Muzan simply because Muzan had shared whatever he wanted with her because she was always so quiet and just let him rant on about whatever was on his mind. Like, he never found it a comfort simply found it amusing. Especially if he talked about something simple and then dumped a whole bucket of gore-filled stories on her. The way she flinched and grew pale and looked away gave him a sense of entertainment and he would do this often.

Muzan had also told her his birthday, something he’d never given a shit about but had known simply because he’d seen other children when he was younger have theirs celebrated so he’d counted down till his, wondering if ever his parents would surprise him with his. They never did, of course, but he always counted ever year anyways. 

And apparently today was his, what? 1000th birthday? He’d lost count. But from Kokushibo’s thoughts, apparently he’d remembered and bought something for Muzan’s birthday—which Muzan was confused since he didn’t particularily care about birthday or gifts or anything. But any sort of thing from Kokushibo he’d treasure so it was alright.

“Ah, I see,” he said, after a bit of silence. He blocked Kokushibo’s thoughts from his mind again and cleared his throat. “Uhm, thank you..?

Kokushibo nodded, not looking at Muzan, then placed a bag in front of him on the desk. Muzan tried to appear unphazed by this and sat up as casually as he could, trying not to look curious. He took the bag and opened it finding a small velvet box at the bottom. He raised an eyebrow at Kokushibo then took it out.

“I.. I wasn’t sure what you liked, and I once saw you looking towards this one jewlery shop—though you might’ve been just looking at the people and not the store—but regardless, I got you.. that,” Kokushibo explained as Muzan opened the box and found a ring inside of it. 

He knew that this was just Kokushibo finding something and giving it to him but he couldn’t help it as he flushed and his heart beat faster. This was what humans gave each other when they proposed, and he was sure Kokushibo didn’t mean that but he would like to think that. He turned his face away, placing the ring and the box carefully on his desk. He took a deep breath, making sure his face was composed, then turned back to the Uppermoon, nodding. “It’s lovely,” he started, the quickly shook his head. That sounded weird. “No, I mean, it’s nice, yes, thank you, Kokushibo, uhm.” God why was he stuttering? Fuck this. “Why don’t you sit down, uh, here, of course. Chair. There’s a chair there. Sit on the chair. Why don’t you sit on the chair?” he said. He wished he could crawl in a hole. He was so awkward and he was sure Kokushibo noticed. 

But if he did, he said nothing. As the multi-eyed demon settled down on the chair across from Muzan’s and waited. Muzan busied himself with lighting another match and throwing it into the fire place to keep it burning, then turned back to his demon, pretending that the way his face was tinted pink was simply from being close to the fire.

“Uhm.” Muzan couldn’t think of what to say, so the two sat quietly, unsure of what to do. 

Kokushibo fidget in his chair, confused from Muzan’s behaviour. Why was he acting like this? Whatever it was, he wished that something would happen to fill in the silence that grew with each passing second. 

Then Muzan gave up and said, quietly though so Kokushibo could barely hear, “What do you see me as?” 

“What?” Kokushibo asked, looking up.

“What do you see me as?” Muzan repeated, a little louder.

“Oh- Uhm.. My Master..?” Kokushibo suggested, a little confused.

“Oh.” Muzan paused. There was the urge to tell him again. Tell him he loved him. Should he do it? Even if Kokushibo didn’t like him back he could always just force him into a relationship. Though that wouldn’t be genuine and Muzan decided he would prefer it to be real. And so he pondered what might happen if he admitted it then just caved in, deciding to say it. Worst case scenario, Kokushibo didn’t like him back. He sighed quietly then said, all in one breath, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.”

Kokushibo blinked. “Huh?”

“I think I’m in love wi.. You know what, fuck this,” Muzan said, standing up and moving to the side of the table Kokushibo sat at. He grabbed Kokushibo’s face and kissed him, letting his thoughts enter Muzan’s mind.

Kokushibo was shocked and at first Muzan heard nothing of his mind. But then there was an explosion of thoughts and Muzan was relieved to hear a couple of them being not of shock but of some sort of.. happiness? Kokushibo kissed back and then Muzan let go and he was about to move away but Kokushibo’s arms were around his body and then he was engulfed in a hug. 

“Oh!” he whispered, burying his face in the crook of Kokushibo’s neck.

“M..Muzan-Sama,” Kokushibo started, his arms still wrapped around Muzan. “I think I love you too.”

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THIS WAS DELAYED BC OF IRL STUFF (I meant to finish it like 1-2 hours ago but I had to do smth then got sidetracked I’M SORRY-)

Anyways here’s your fluff and sorry for the last KokuZan oneshot I did 💀

The wheel’s choice was: Presents, Confessions, Warmth, Cuddling

okay bye sorry for the lateness</3