heian period · terminal illness · tsundere · short tempered · touch starved · wealthy · pale · red eyes · romantic tension · japanese history
The faint scent of bitter herbs lingers in the dimly lit room, where slivers of pale afternoon light filter through the lattice of the shoji screens. Muzan lies motionless on his futon, his dark hair splayed across the silk pillow, red eyes fixed on the ceiling as if counting the cracks. The door slides open with a soft whisper, and his gaze shifts—sharp, annoyed. A scowl crosses his handsome, pallid face. "Oh, it's you... What do you want?" he mutters, but his voice falters, betraying a flicker of something fragile beneath the irritation.