Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Lost in your eyes | {KokuZan}

Theme: Fluff

Note: muzan gives stalker vibes but shh he’s not

Tags: @freshbeans6479 @FanficSnail

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Michikatsu Tsugikuni had golden eyes. Serious, honey yellow, and beautiful. Sometimes, Muzan caught himself staring at Michikatsu because of them. Sometimes Michikatsu caught him. But he didn’t mind, really. The embarrassment burning his cheeks was little sacrifice for the way Michikatsu caught his gaze, tilting his head inquisitively, an amused smile threatening to curve his lips. He was gorgeous. 

Michikatsu had a twin brother, apparently the younger of the two, who seemed to nonchalantly outshine everyone. Yoriichi, Michikatsu’s twin, was several grades up having skipped a few because of how he did everything with way too much ease. He was somehow naturally athletic and excelled at nearly everything. But while the others went on chattering about Yoriichi this, Yoriichi that—did you hear he had a girlfriend?—do you think he’d talk to me?—all Muzan could think of was Yoriichi’s brother. His brother with the long dark bangs that he toyed with during class, his brother with the small, shy smile, his brother with the oh, so beautiful sunlight-dipped eyes. 

Something about Michikatsu was so fascinating, so enthralling that oftentimes Muzan found himself unable to focus. Unable to listen. Unable to speak. Not when Michikatsu was right there, sitting quietly, gazing aimlessly, just casually being so frustratingly stunning. Fuck Yoriichi and his overachieving ass! Michikatsu was the better twin. Michikatsu was the prettier twin. He was—

Fingers snapped in front of Muzan’s face and he flinched, blinking out of his thoughts. The teacher stood over him with a disapproving glare as a stifled laugh made its way to Muzan’s ears from somewhere behind him. As the teacher let out a dramatic sigh and turned to go back to teaching, Muzan whipped around to glare at whoever found his misery a joke. To his surprise, he found Michikatsu, a couple seats away, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth as he shot Muzan a grin. He put his hand down, mouthing, distracted?

Muzan’s embarrassment simmered away and he returned a playful smile, only to be berated by the teacher for turning from the board and not paying attention. Muzan rolled his eyes and turned back to the lesson, all the while memorizing the little smile Michikatsu had sent his way, and the curve of his lips as he whispered to him. God, how he loved him.

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There was a small water fountain in the school yard where people liked mulling around between periods. But it was also where Michikatsu sat silently, scribbling in his notebook. Muzan didn’t know what he wrote in it, but watching his concentration was entertaining enough, allowing a smile quirk his lips at the way Michikatsu’s brows scrunched when he squinted at the paper, quickly erasing something before continuing.

Probably inevitably, people liked crowding around Michikatsu but occasionally Muzan stepped in to shoo them away. Mostly because it obscured his view of Michikatsu, but also because he seemed uncomfortable, shifting uneasily as he glanced at them. It was the same today, Muzan giving the small crowd a warning glare. But this time, he sat beside Michikatsu, a couple feet away, leaving room to be pushed away. Instead, Michikatsu offered him a grateful smile.

“You my protector?” he teased, tilting his head in Muzan’s direction.

“I can be,” Muzan hummed, returning the smile.

The steady cascade of water behind him sent the occasional drop at them and he winced internally as some got on Michikatsu’s paper, right where the tip of his pencil rested. Michikatsu turned and shot a glare at the fountain before pocketing his pencil. 

“Why do you sit next to the water?” Muzan asked curiously. “Does that not happen often?”

Michikatsu raised a shoulder. “It does. But I like the sound of the water. It makes it easier for me to concentrate with a little white noise,” he explained. “It’s easier to draw.”

“Draw? I didn’t know you drew.” Muzan gazed at him with interest. He’d noticed Michikatsu doodling every now and then but never really drawing. He’d also just assumed he was writing in his notebook, considering it was line paper. “Can I see?”

Michikatsu hesitated. “It’s not that good…”

“That’s fine. I’m sure my art is way worse,” Muzan assured him.

Michikatsu let out a breath, beginning to flip through his notebook. When he found a page he seemed mildly satisfied with, he held it up to Muzan. Somehow, Muzan had assumed he drew people. But he was met instead with a sketch of scenery, a forest from above. It looked like a picture had been taken then transferred to paper and taken a couple steps back to the first stages of the art. 

Muzan looked back up as Michikatsu held up his phone, showing him a picture off the internet that was basically a copy of the sketch on his notebook—except this one was an actual picture taken from some other, less impressive view. Personally, Muzan preferred the sketch.

“This is what you draw?” he asked. When he glanced up, Michikatsu met his eyes. And suddenly it felt like the eyes were the trees. Gazing at them in awe—at the proximity. But then Michikatsu blinked and Muzan jerked back, embarrassed.

“Yeah,” Michikatsu murmured. His cheeks were dusted pink, most likely getting flustered from showing Muzan his art. “Was it alright?”

“It was more than alright!” Muzan encouraged. “It’s so pretty—do you have more?”

Michikatsu hesitated. “Not many that I like…”

“Sure, well, I’d love to see any of them,” Muzan said happily. “If you’d be willing to share.”

“A… a different time. We have to get to class,” Michikatsu muttered, quickly putting his notebook away and grabbing his back.

“Fine.”

“We can talk later. After school?”

Muzan nodded, something akin to exuberance swelling in him. “After school,” he agreed.

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im gonna be honest idk what i was going for there so have this lil shitty piece of nothing

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