Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Will you love me? | {KokuZan}

Theme: Floof mostly

Note: Modern AU? They’re sons of two businessmen who are working together (idk make it up), they’re not dating yet- 

Muzan’s dating Uta (I DONT SHIP THIS OK ITS JS FOR THE PLOT)

Koku’s single :3 

aaand a bit of YoriiUta

Tags: @freshbeans6479 @FanficSnail

×××

Yoriichi had always been the favorite. The favorite child, the media’s favorite, the school’s favorite. Michikatsu shadowed him almost always, only approached so people could get Yoriichi’s number. Occasionally, people would go up to Michikatsu to get to know him, but it usually involved ulterior motives such as gaining fame or having some ‘friend with benefits’. It tended to be women who were like this and, in fact, Michikatsu had absolutely no interest in them.

Days, months, years of being overshone by Yoriichi made life pretty much like being the background actor in a show—nobody knew or cared who you were, barely even noticed you. Sometimes even his own parents.

So it was strange when, one day, his parents told them both that they would be working with some other business. They invited the family who owned the business over for dinner. Interestingly, they also had a son, around Michikatsu and Yoriichi’s age. The three of them were sent upstairs so the adults would talk about ‘more important matters.’

The son was a bit on the shorter side with short, cropped black hair and intense red eyes. His name was Muzan, he said. But it wasn’t about who he was, or how he looked. More about where his attention was drawn to.

Usually, people turned to Yoriichi, having recogonized him from some modeling in a magazine Michikatsu had never heard about before. But this time, Muzan addressed Michikatsu first with, what seemed like, genuine curiosity in his gaze.

“You’re Michikatsu, right?” he asked.

Michikatsu and Yoriichi both stared at him, stunned. Having expected the attention to be droven to his younger brother, Michikatsu had already positioned himself behind Yoriichi. So when Muzan had spoken, not to Yoriichi, but to Michikatsu, the twins both stood there, half wondering if this was their imagination.

Then, perhaps getting a grip of himself, Yoriichi, relieved, drew the spotlight onto Michikatsu, stepping back to give the two space.

“I… Yeah, I am,” Michikatsu said. He wondered how Yoriichi did this, constantly having to talk to random people he’d never met before but seemed to know way too much about him. Or just having to talk to people in general. “Uh… How do you know me?”

Muzan laughed. “You’re the brother of Mr. Famous here, how would I not know you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, well, nobody bothers to learn my name,” Michikatsu said scornfully. He sounded childish. Oh, whatever.

“Why not?” Muzan asked, frowning.

Yoriichi let out a breath.

“Yoriichi, here, is always the center of attention,” Michikatsu said, trying to sound lighthearted. “People love him best.”

“I’d prefer if they didn’t, though,” Yoriichi interjected, sounding guilty. “I dislike it.”

Michikatsu lifted a shoulder. “Guess we’re born to get everything we don’t want.”

“I get that,” Muzan said, nodding. “Uta—my girlfriend—is always being pushed aside when people recognize me in public.”

Girlfriend? And, for seemingly no reason, Michikatsu felt a momentary frown curve his lips down—before catching himself and plastering on a smile. “Well, welcome to the club to her, then…”

Muzan shook his head. “It’s got to be very annoying, hasn’t it? Personally, I like being in attention,” he admitted, a grin growing on his face, before falling. “But it’s hard for Uta, which makes it hard for our relationship in general.”

“Ah. Maybe we should meet sometime. You and Yoriichi can walk down a red carpet and Uta and I could be your shadows…” Michikatsu offered. What kind of person was Uta? If she experienced something similar to himself, would Muzan perhaps be interested in Michikatsu in the future…? 

Yoriichi shook his head. “I’d rather be the shadow.”

“Well, you don’t always get what you want,” Michikatsu said, a bitter laugh growing on his tongue.

Muzan sighed. “Sorry.”

“What?” both of the Tsugikuni’s asked, turning back to him.

“I’m the only one content with my position-ish,” Muzan said, shrugging. “I feel bad.”

“What, did you cause all of this?” Michikatsu asked, raising an eyebrow.

“…yep. I… cast a magic spell on you before you were born to get exactly what you don’t want,” Muzan said, raising his hands and wiggling his fingers in what was probably supposed to look like a sinister move—but looked ridiculous.

Yoriichi rolled his eyes.

“You look younger than us,” Michikatsu said, lips quirking in a smile.

“…I am. But that doesn’t matter,” Muzan said, frowning. 

“Whatever you say.”

×××

They ended up meeting Uta only a couple days later. Muzan had visited again with his parents and had brought her along. Yoriichi and Uta seemed to get along quickly—though their personalities seemed like polar opposites. Uta was like a ball of sunshine, very enthusiastic and Michikatsu wondered why she was neglected by the public. But, then again, Michikatsu had always been the social one.

“Uta seems nice,” Michikatsu remarked, as he and Muzan wandered over to a different room.

“Yep! She’s very sweet,” Muzan said. Then paused, looking uncomfortable. “Oh, but there’s something else…”

Michikatsu tilted his head in his direction. “Hm?”

“Okay, uhm.” Muzan looked behind him and, once comfirming that nobody was there, turned back. “Don’t tell her, okay?”

Michikatsu raised an eyebrow. “Tell her what?”

“I’m getting to that! Right, so, uhm… Yeah, I care for her a lot and everything… but…” Muzan hesitated.

“Go on. I won’t say anything,” Michikatsu assured him.

“Uh… I… I think I’m gay,” Muzan blurted out. 

Michikatsu blinked. “What-“

“I don’t know, or maybe I’m just bi or whatever. But, like, either I’m just losing feelings for her or I’m realizing I’m not into women because… because there’s this other guy who I think I like and, well, yeah. I don’t know how to tell her since I really do care about her a lot but, I just… Don’t know,” Muzan said, defeated.

Michikatsu patted him awkwardly. “You should probably just talk to her about it.”

“I know…” Muzan whined. “I don’t know how!”

“Don’t know how to what?”

Muzan and Michikatsu turned to see Uta and Yoriichi walking towards them.

“Ehm…” Muzan hesitated and glanced at Michikatsu who gave him an encouraging look. 

Uta stopped, giving him a curious smile. “Hm?”

“I… uh… Nevermind. I’ll tell you later,” Muzan said quickly, plastering on a smile.

Uta nodded. “Alright! I have to go now, also.” She waved her phone on the air. “My mother texted me.”

“Ohhh, ‘kay, ‘kay,” Muzan agreed. “See you later?”

“Mhm! I’ll text you,” Uta said with a smile. She turned to Yoriichi. “It was nice meeting you too!”

Yoriichi nodded. “It was.”

Uta waved to Michikatsu then bounded towards the stairs on her way out.

Muzan and Michikatsu turned to Yoriichi who was watching Uta go.

“Do… you like her?” Muzan asked, a sly grin growing on his face.

Yoriichi snapped his head towards him, eyes wide. “What? No! Isn’t she your girlfriend, anyways?”

Muzan rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah…”

Yoriichi frowned. “Is there something you have to say?”

Muzan lifted a shoulder. “Kinda? I may or may not be losing feelings for her.”

Yoriichi raised an eyebrow. “She seems very likeable, though…”

“So you do like her?” Muzan asked, pointing at him. 

“Wha- No!” he protested.

Michikatsu watched them, his own thoughts mulling. So… if Muzan liked this other ‘guy’, that meant he liked a man, which meant Michikatsu had even more of a chance. Although he wasn’t quite sure why it mattered. 

×××

Muzan and Uta started visiting more throughout the following month, on their own time. Michikatsu and Yoriichi occasionally visiting Muzan’s house as well. They never went out in public, of course, but it was still very fun. They usually refrained from visiting people or having others visit since usually it turned into a fiasco. But it was fun, now.

Uta and Yoriichi were spending more time together whilst Muzan and Michikatsu were usually elsewhere, and Muzan still hadn’t managed to break the news to Uta.

However, finally, Michikatsu persuaded him to tell her, saying it would only worsen their relationship if it continued on.

Muzan finally caved and agreed. So now Michikatsu and Yoriichi were spying on the two as Muzan drew up the courage to tell her.

Uta sat on Muzan’s bed, organizing his things since he was, in fact, the messiest person to exist. Muzan entered, his nervousness clear on his face. He sat down beside her and she looked up with a smile.

“Hi!” she said, closing one of the drawers she’d been placing things in.

“Hey… Uhhh, Uta, can I talk to you?” he asked, eyes darting to and fro.

“Of course. What’s wrong?” she said, placing her hands on her lap. 

“So… I… want to…” He paused. “Break up?”

She blinked. “What?”

“Sorry. I still care about you a lot, but I think I might be into men. I don’t know for sure if it’s only, but I don’t see myself liking you the way I used to, I guess,” Muzan said, talking quickly.

“Oh!” She frowned. “Am I doing something wrong?”

He shook his head frantically. “No, no, you’re doing amazingly! I just don’t like you… romantically anymore, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault.”

“Oh. Okay,” she said, nodding slowly.

“You’re… fine with it?” he asked.

She nodded again. “Its your own choice and your emotions. It’s fine.”

He smiled. “Thanks. This is why you’re the best.”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t say I’m the best. Will you tell me how you figured this out, though?”

Muzan coughed. “There’s… this person I like. A boy. Uhm…”

Uta’s eyes lit up, seemingly forgetting the previous conversation. “Tell me about him. Do I know him?”

Muzan nodded. “Yeah.”

“What’s his name?” she asked.

“I’m… not telling you that,” Muzan said, glancing towards where Michikatsu and Yoriichi were hiding.

Uta raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “Tell me!”

“…Later,” he said.

“Promise?”

“…yeah.”

×××

“Yoriichi, you like Uta, right?” Muzan asked, leaning against the door frame. Uta had left and hour ago and Michikatsu and Yoriichi were about to go, having been called home by their parents.

Yoriichi shied away, averting his eyes. 

“Just tell her!” Muzan said encouragingly. “…but maybe after she tells you more formally that she and I broke up. Because she doesn’t know you were stalking us.”

“I wasn’t stalking. And Michikatsu was too…” Yoriichi mumbled.

Muzan laughed. “Just do it, okay?”

Yoriichi nodded slowly. “Eventually.”

“I didn’t know you could be so shy,” Michikatsu said pointedly as he and Yoriichi slipped into the backseat of the car quickly, tugging off the masks they had worn to avoid recognition.

“Shut up,” Yoriichi huffed, looking away. He paused and looked back. “Don’t you like Muzan?”

Michikatsu rolled his eyes, feeling his face heat up. “I do not!”

“Mhm. I’ve seen how you look at him,” Yoriichi said, his own sort of smugness forming on his face as he gained the upperhand. 

“Uhm. I look at him normally!” Michikatsu protested, though he was sure his cheeks betrayed him. 

Yoriichi nodded—though in the most mocking manner. “Yes, very normally. Intensely, too, I may add.”

Michikatsu spluttered for a response then opted to cross his arms, looking out the one-sided window as the streets rolled by. 

Did he like Muzan? Probably. Yes, he did. But the thing was, Muzan was probably not into him. He already had his eyes set on someone, he’d said. So… it was time to throw away any wishful thinking and put himself straight.

×××

…It didn’t work.

Despite trying to think of anything else, putting his focus into whatever the hell his parents expected of him, literally doing the most random things ever, his mind would wander back to Muzan. It seemed sudden but, maybe, it was just some self-awareness that brought him to realize how much he’d actually been thinking about Muzan.

But then, it didn’t matter if he did or didn’t like Muzan. There wasn’t that high of a chance for Muzan to like him, and he’d just broken up with Uta, so…

And yet.

(rushing this bc i’m lazy LMFAO)

Muzan texted him one day, asking if he wanted to come over. Obviously, Michikatsu said yes. Yoriichi was focused on something or other and was unable to come, so he arrived at the house alone.

Muzan let him in, guiding him to the room, talking about the most random things. They sat down—Muzan on his bed, Michikatsu on a chair. 

“Why’d you invite me over?” Michikatsu asked at one point, when the conversation paused. 

Muzan lifted a shoulder. “Just… bored? I guess?” he said. It was plausible. It just didn’t sound genuine.

“Ooookay,” Michikatsu said slowly, drawing out the word. “Are you doing anything this week?” he asked.

Muzan thought for a moment. “Yeah. I think I’m busy.”

“You think?”

“I didn’t look over the schedule,” he said, a quick smirk flitting over his face. “They gave it to me and I only saw there was a lot written. I just tossed it aside… somewhere.”

Michikatsu raised an eyebrow. “For someone who likes the fame, you’re very bad at keeping it.”

“Hey, people still love me, no?” Muzan said, flashing him a grin and leaning back against a mountain of pillows. 

Michikatsu laughed. “Sure.”

“Anyways… Speaking of love,” Muzan said, averting his eyes.

So this was what Muzan had asked him over for. “Yes?” 

“The… You know the boy I liked?” Muzan asked, still no meeting his eyes.

Michikatsu nodded—then realized Muzan couldn’t see that. “Yes, I do. Liked? Did you stop liking him?”

“No, no,” Muzan said, looking up quickly and shaking his head. “I still like him.”

“Ah. Who is it?”

Muzan frowned. “About that.”

“Hm?”

“It’s you.”

Michikatsu took a moment to process the words, staring blankly at Muzan. “…Huh?”

“It’s you,” Muzan repeated patiently, a slow blush rising in his cheeks. “I like you.”

“…What?” Michikatsu had, in fact, still not comprehended what he was hearing.

“I like you, okay? I know it’s weird and everything, especially since we haven’t even known each other for over a year or whatever, I don’t know, I’m sorry,” Muzan ranted, stumbling over his words. 

“I… I-” Michikatsu was at loss of what to say, his head spinning. What??

Muzan groaned, grabbing a pillow and stuffing his face in it, screaming through gritted teeth. “Fuuck… Sorry, sorry, forget it all. Forget what I said,” he mumbled, his words muffled by the pillow. “Sorry. I don’t want to make it weird for you. Pretend I never said anything.”

Michikatsu shook his head—realizing not for the first time that Muzan couldn’t see him—and said, quietly, “It’s not that. I don’t… not like you? It’s not that I don’t like you, I like you, I don’t not like you, I didn’t know you liked me, I thought you didn’t like me, I didn’t know you didn’t not like me.” Then blinked, realizing he wasn’t making sense.

Muzan had looked up. “Could you repeat that…?” he asked, after Michikatsu was done with his rant of nonsense. 

“I… Sorry. Yes,” Michikatsu said, letting out a breath.

“You don’t have to say sorry,” Muzan said. 

“…You just said it more times than I did,” he pointed it.

“Okay, true, sorry, go on.”

Michikatsu raised an eyebrow but said nothing of it. “I meant that my silence wasn’t because I dislike you or anything. I do like you… the same way? I think? Assuming you like me romantically… I didn’t say anything before because you were dating Uta, and then you weren’t really giving signs that you liked me, so…”

Muzan nodded slowly. “So you like me back?—ALSO I DID GIVE SIGNS.” 

“You did not. And yes, I do,” Michikatsu said with a quick nod, turning his head away, heat flickering in his face.

“Then… can we date?” Muzan asked, so suddenly Michikatsu jolted.

“Wha- I- …yes,” Michikatsu said, his face turning beet red.

Muzan laughed. “What’s with all this blushing??”

“I’m… not!” 

“You are.”

“Your question was just random,” Michikatsu murmured. 

“It wasn’t at all. Can I kiss you?” Muzan asked, grinning as Michikatsu turned an impossibly darker shade of red. “Your head is going to burst if you keep blushing.”

“I’m… not blushing…!” Michikatsu insisted, though even the stupidest person could tell him he was.

“Sure, but are you going to answer me?” Muzan said, changing the subject.

“…Okay.”

“Okay you’ll answer or okay I can kiss you?” he asked, putting the pillow aside and standing up.

“…both?” Michikatsu said tentatively, hands fiddling on his lap.

Muzan smiled and promptly plopped onto the desk, a finger curling under Michikatsu’s chin, tilting his head up.

“I don’t… like this position,” Michikatsu mumbled, frowning slightly. 

Muzan quirked an eyebrow. “No? You’re still redder than a ripe tomato.”

“…shut up.”

“Make me,” Muzan challenged, eyes glinting with mischief.

Michikatsu was hit with a sudden burst of confidence from who knows where; perhaps he had stolen it from Muzan. Nevertheless, he stood, coming a bit higher than Muzan despite the fact that he was sitting on the desk. He cupped Muzan’s head in his hands, pulling him forward slightly. There was a sliver of space between their lips and Michikatsu waited, wondering if this was too much. Then Muzan leaned forward slightly and all was forgotten, his eyes fluttering close as their mouths fit together, the plush of Muzan’s lips against his own.

The kiss was brief but sweet and when they pulled apart, they looked away simutaneously, a shy blush powdering their cheeks.

Then the door burst open and they scrambled back; Muzan pressed against the wall behind his desk, Michikatsu nearly tripping over the chair.

Uta barged in, a bag in her hand, arms raised up and a triumphant smile on her face. She took one look at them and quickly left, shutting the door behind her.

Muzan and Michikatsu blinked, then turned to stare at each other. There was a beat of silence before both burst into an awkward, nervous laugh as Michikatsu straightened himself up, fixing the chair. 

“So…” Muzan said casually, hopping down from the desk. 

Michikatsu tilted his head, looking down at him. “Hm?”

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

“And you’re mine,” Michikatsu agreed with a faint smile.

“Great. I’m going to go brag to Uta now, considering that she’s here already,” Muzan said. 

“No, don’t-” Michikatsu whined, but Muzan was already striding out the door, deaf to his protests.

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