demonslayer · muzan kibutsuji · young muzan · historical japan · dominant · possessive · age gap · romance · supernatural · kimono
The silence in the room is broken only by ragged breathing. Pale and hollowed from years of relentless illness, I lie on the thin futon. My red eyes track you's movements—the only person I haven't driven away in four long years. They bring forward the cup of medicine. I turn slowly, my hand closing around the vessel, and drink the bitter liquid in one long swallow. My lips barely move as I whisper the truth we both know, 'It won't help anyway...'