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Muzan let out a slow exhale, pinching the bridge of his nose as if your presence alone had given him a headache. Then, without another word, he snapped his fingers.
In a blur of shimmering frost, Douma appeared right beside you, crouching slightly so his rainbow eyes met yours. His signature fan snapped open with a flutter.
"Ooo!! HELLO THERE, Y/NNN!!! " Douma sang, his voice sugar sweet as he tilted his head. Before you could even react, he lunged forward for a hug, his arms outstretched.
You instinctively dodged, stepping to the side so fast his arms closed around nothing but air. "Whoa-!!nope!"
Douma froze dramatically, lower lip trembling as if you’d personally betrayed him. "Meanie…" he mumbled, his face collapsing into an exaggerated pout.
Muzan’s crimson gaze shifted to him, cold and commanding. "Douma. She will be under your responsibility tonight."
The pouting instantly disappeared, replaced by a beaming grin that was just a little too wide. "Oh? You heard that, Y/n-chan?! You’re staying over!! Ohhh, I’ll show you around my palace, my garden, my-"
"BRO, SHUT UP-" you snapped, holding up a hand to cut him off before he could start listing his creepy attractions.
But before you could finish your protest, Muzan’s voice boomed through the room, sharp and low, making the hair on your arms stand on end. "Get out. Both of you."
The command sent a chill down your spine. Even Douma’s grin faltered for a second before he twirled his fan and nodded obediently.
"Fine, fine.."he said cheerfully, looking around like a lost child. "How do I leave again??"
Muzan’s eyes narrowed. Without another word, he simply flicked his hand, and the shoji door behind you slid open on its own, revealing a swirling, pitch black void. The air pulsed with the sound of rushing wind, tugging gently at your hair and clothes.
Douma gasped dramatically. "Ahh! A shortcut! Let’s gooo~"
He reached for your wrist with a playful bounce, clearly ready to drag you into the swirling darkness
He grabbed your wrist and practically tugged you into the darkness of the swirling doorway. You stumbled a few steps, muttering curses under your breath, and he giggled like it was the most entertaining thing in the world.
"Hey! " you yelled, yanking your hand back. "Let go of me!! I am NOT going with you!"
Douma blinked, surprised for the first time since he arrived. "Not going with me? " he asked, his tone mock-polite, laced with curiosity. "But… we’re going to have so much fun!"
You folded your arms, glaring at him. "Fun for you maybe! For me? Hell no! " You spun on your heel, trying to back away, but he kept pace effortlessly, his long legs covering the distance between you in just a few steps.
"Y/N-chan, I don’t think you understand. " he said, tilting his head. "I’m in charge tonight. You’re staying here. So, technically… you have to come with me."
You scoffed, muttering under your breath. "Yeah, and technically I have to eat all my vegetables and do taxes, too. Doesn’t mean I will. "
His rainbow eyes lingered on your face longer than usual. Something about the way you rolled your eyes at him, stubborn and unbothered, made his lips twitch into a faint smile...???
𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡...
"Ugh. Why’s your mansion so big??!! And how do you attract so many women?? " you groaned, your voice echoing off the massive hallways.
He shrugged lightly, the motion casual, like this was normal. "I’m too handsome, I guess!! Plus it’s fun watching them fall for me..and then I simply eat them!! " he chuckled, like he’d just told a funny joke.
You stared at him, wrinkling your nose. "Ew!!!and why the fuck are you acting like you actually have emotions… " you muttered under your breath, but of course, with his sharp ears, he already heard you.
"Mhm? Of course I have emotions!!! " his smile faltered slightly after he said that, but he kept walking.
"Yeah yeah whatever.." you scoffed, rolling your eyes.
He stopped in his tracks so suddenly you almost bumped into him. "How..how do you know..? " he asked quietly, and for once there was no joke in his tone.
You froze, blinking at him."Just a guess..? "
"Stop lying. I’m not that stupid" he muttered, his rainbow eyes narrowing a little.
You quickly tried to make up a lie. "W-well..your eyes don’t show that you have emotions..? "
"Huh? What do you mean?! I’m literally smiling-!! "
You cut him off, stepping a little closer. "Anyone can force a smile but not an emotion. If I look deep into your eyes I can clearly see emptiness, which means you’re emotionless. It’s not that hard to know!!Plus your smile doesn't reach your eyes"
For the first time since you met him, Douma gasped softly, like a child who just learned something new.
"Oo!! I never knew that!! " he said, his voice almost light with surprise.
You stared at him, a little thrown off. "…Wait. Are you seriously telling me you didn’t know? "
He tilted his head, his usual perfect smile returning, but it didn’t reach his eyes at all. "Nope! Not at all! No one’s ever said that to me before. "
You rolled your eyes again, muttering under your breath. "Wow. Must be so hard being you. "
But as you walked ahead, you could feel his gaze on you longer than before, heavier. It wasn’t just his usual interest anymore. It was like he was… thinking about what you’d said.
And for the first time in a long time, Douma wasn’t sure if he liked the answer.
You stomped your feet down the long, polished hallway, muttering, "Ugh. How can one person need this many rooms?? And why is everything so… shiny?? It’s like a museum of terrible taste."
Douma trailed behind you, his rainbow eyes following every move, every gesture. His usual cheerful grin was in place, but today it felt… slower, more measured, like he was studying you rather than just enjoying your annoyance.
"Shiny?? " he tilted his head, giggling softly. "This is elegance, Y/n-chan! You just don’t appreciate art when it’s in front of your eyes!! "
You snorted. "Pfft. Yeah, sure, art. If I wanted to feel like I was trapped in a funhouse, I’d just walk around my neighborhood at night. "
He chuckled, stepping closer. "Oh? Is that your way of saying you don’t like me yet?? "
You spun on your heel, glaring at him. "Do I look like I like you?? No, I don’t. I don’t even like being dragged into your crazy cult!! "
He stopped, but didn’t back off. His eyes followed you, head tilting as if trying to understand why you were so unbothered by him. "Hmm..You really aren’t scared of me at all, are you?? "
You crossed your arms, smirking. "Scared?? Pfft. You? Please. You’re annoying, but I’m not scared. "
He laughed, soft and almost musical, like he found your stubbornness… charming. "Annoying, huh? "
"Yep! " you shot back, waving a hand dramatically. "Annoying, gross, overconfident, and-"
"Hold on, hold on! " he interrupted, holding up both hands. "That’s enough insults for one tour. I’m trying to show you my house, Y/n-chan! Aren’t I supposed to get points for effort?? "
You gave him a look. "Effort?? You think chasing me around and forcing me to see all your weird statues counts as effort?? "
He laughed again, a low, soft sound that echoed slightly in the hall. "You’re so… different, Y/n-chan. You don’t swoon, you don’t beg, you don’t even pretend to like me! Most humans are so boring!! "
You rolled your eyes, muttering, "Yeah, well, lucky me.. "
"So!! We finally reached your room!! " He giggled, swinging the door open with dramatic flair.
"Mhm-DAAAMN!! " Your eyes practically popped out of your head at the sheer size of the room. The ceiling was high, the floor polished, and there were more decorative ornaments than you could even count.
"That’s a huge....." you finally muttered, shaking your head.
Douma’s grin stretched even wider as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms lightly around your waist, as if claiming the space was some kind of victory.
You immediately jabbed your fist into his cheek. "Ey!! Don’t touch me!! "
He yelped, stumbling back a step, then pouted like a child. "Y/n-channn!!! You’re so mean :((("
"Mean? Pfft. I’m not mean I’m self-preserving!! And you? You’re annoying as hell!! " You crossed your arms and glared at him.
He blinked at you, pretending to be hurt. "Annoying?? I’m fascinating!!! Who else would walk into my cult, insult everything I own, and still not faint from my charm?? "
You scoffed, walking past him toward the bed. "Yeah, yeah… fascinating freaks exist in horror movies too. Congratulations, you made the cut. "
Douma floated behind you, hands clasped together, eyes still glittering with amusement. "Movies..?what are those..!!!Anyways,hmph..I thought you were gonna cry-"
"Give up?? Cry?? Please, I’ve been through worse than a creepy rainbow dude trying to hug me in my new room." You flopped dramatically onto the bed, arms crossed behind your head.
He leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head, watching you with curiosity. "You really don’t scare easy, huh? Not even a little?"
You smirked, letting your eyes meet his. "Not a bit. You’re just kind of ridiculous."
He laughed softly, a sound that made your skin crawl and tingle all at once. "Ridiculous? Hmm… I like ridiculous. And you you’re even more ridiculous for resisting me so openly. "
You rolled your eyes, sitting up and gesturing vaguely at the room. "Yeah, well I’m resisting a lot of things today, Douma. You’re not special. Not yet, anyway."
His grin faltered slightly, just a fraction, but it was there. Something in the way you said that, the complete lack of fear or interest in charming him, made him pause. He tilted his head and muttered softly, "Not special hm I see. You’re..difficult. But intriguing. Very intriguing!! "
You snorted, lying back against the pillows. "Good. Keep thinking. Maybe I’ll stay annoyed at you longer that way."
He floated closer, hands still neatly folded in front of him, voice softening just slightly. "Y/n-chan..you’re the first human I’ve met who doesn’t act the way I expect. Most would grovel, or stare like they’re hypnotized..!! "
"Alright, that’s enough, dipshit!! " you shouted, throwing your hands up and groaning. "I can’t deal with you right now!"
Douma tilted his head, eyes glinting. "Hah..fine, fine. But Y/n-chan, I have an idea."
You arched an eyebrow. "Oh? What now? Another ‘let me show you my mansion’ or ‘look how charming I am’ thing? Because I’m not falling for that, rainbow clown."
He chuckled softly, floating a little closer, hands behind his back. "No, nothing like that. I want to spar."
You blinked at him, dumbfounded. "Excuse me? You want to fight me?!"
"Yes," he said simply, tilting his head. "I want to see how strong you really are. Not like..a test or anything. Just sparring. You and me."
You crossed your arms, scowling. "Hah! Yeah, right. Like I’m gonna just let you toy with me for fun. I’m not one of your little victims, got it?"
He smiled faintly, calm and unnerving. "I’m not trying to 'toy' with you. I just… think it will be interesting. If you’re willing, that is."
You let out a low, exaggerated sigh, knowing you will lose but still didn’t wanna admit it"Ugh… you’re impossible. Fine. Let’s spar. But don’t cry when I beat you."
Douma’s grin widened. "Cry? No. I’m not worried about that. But I hope you’re ready."
You rolled your shoulders, cracking your neck. "Oh, I’m ready. Just don’t get too full of yourself."
He floated a little back, lifting his arms lazily. "I won’t. Just...don’t hold back either. I want to see what you can really do."
You smirked, fists tightening. "Oh, I won’t. Don’t worry about that. Let’s go then."
The room filled with a tense silence for a moment as both of you squared off, eyes locked. You were annoyed, alert, and ready Douma was calm, confident, but genuinely curious to see how you’d move.
"Ready? " you asked, bouncing slightly on your feet.
"Always. " he replied smoothly, dropping into a fighting stance.
And with that, the sparring began.
You bounced slightly on your feet, fists clenched, ready to start. "Alright then, rainbow clown. Show me what you got!! "
Douma tilted his head, his signature grin stretching lazily across his face. "Oh? You talk big, Y/n-chan. I hope you can back it up."
"Please… I could do this with my eyes closed," you shot back rolling your shoulders and letting your fists fly in a few warm-up jabs. (By the way, You were shaking 😭🙏. And also, I’m really sorry for not updating lately, I’ve been very busy with school!! And from what I read, it looks like most of you baby girls, hate Douma so I made you be aggressive and stuff like that towards him)
He watched you carefully, stepping lightly to the side, letting your punches sail past his face by mere centimeters. "Impressive.."he said softly, almost contemplative. "But I think you’ll need more than that to hit me."
You stopped mid-swing, glaring at him. "What do you mean, more? You’re just dodging!"
He let out a soft laugh, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger. "Of course I’m dodging. But I’m not just avoiding… I want to see what you’ll do next."
You frowned, taking a step forward, then suddenly lunged. Douma sidestepped effortlessly, barely moving, letting you stumble past him. "! Hey! I-wait, what the hell?!"
He smirked faintly, turning to face you. "You’re too predictable. Try thinking one step ahead, Y/n-chan."
You froze, frustration bubbling. "Ugh! Are you serious?! You’re not even trying! I could-"
"Could what?" he interrupted, tilting his head again. "Beat me? I’m not even serious yet."
You groaned, wiping sweat from your brow. "God, you’re the worst. You’re literally the worst. I hate you."
"Good," he said softly, voice smooth, unbothered. "I like honesty. Keep that up."
You blinked, dumbfounded. "…What?!"
He floated closer, hands behind his back. "Come on, Y/n-chan. Don’t let me make this boring. Show me how you fight."
You gritted your teeth, glaring, and charged again. Douma let you get close, dodging at the last second, letting your fist barely graze the air next to him. He twirled away with a flourish, his movements unnervingly graceful.
"You...ugh! You’re cheating!!" you shouted, spinning around to face him.
"I’m not cheating," he replied smoothly. "I’m giving you a chance."
You planted your feet, hands raised, fuming. "A chance?! A chance for what? To humiliate me in front of your damn rainbow eyes?! I’m not falling for that!"
He laughed softly, the sound musical and teasing. "No humiliation intended, Y/n-chan. I just want to see how stubborn you really are."
You paused for a second, narrowing your eyes. "Stubborn? Bitch, I’m not stubborn. I’m careful. And clearly smarter than you."
"Smarter, huh…" He tilted his head, watching you cautiously as if trying to measure you
"𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘞𝘈𝘐𝘛 𝘠/𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘋𝘖𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘋𝘖𝘜𝘔𝘈?! "
Yoriichi’s voice exploded in your head like a cracked bell, annoyed.
You smirked slightly mid-step, your fists still raised. "𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘩𝘰."
There was a pause a heavy, disbelieving pause in your head. '..𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴.'
You grinned and whispered under your breath, 'o𝘮𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶!! 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘮𝘰𝘯!!'
You didn’t even notice how your lips were moving, eyes darting around, hands gesturing slightly in the air as you argued with a voice Douma couldn’t hear.
The Upper Moon blinked. His head tilted just a little, the rainbow hues in his eyes narrowing like a cat’s. He had paused mid-step, not even trying to dodge anymore, just..staring.
"Erm, Y/n… what are you doing?" Douma finally asked, his voice slow, cautious, almost soft.
You snapped your eyes to him, fists still raised. "Mind your business, clown face. I’m multitasking."
Douma stared at you for another long second, then suddenly his lips twitched
a low, soft laugh slipping out. "You’re… odd."
"I said don’t talk to me while I’m trying to figure out how to hit you."
He hummed, the sound vibrating in his chest, and then he stepped lightly back into stance, that grin returning full force. "Alright, alright, Y/n-chan. I’ll stop distracting you. But… how about we make this a little more interesting?"
Your eyes narrowed instantly. "Interesting how?"
Douma tilted his head. "A real spar. You try to hit me I’ll block and dodge. Maybe I’ll even counter a little. Nothing lethal, of course. But I want to see how fast you can learn."
You blinked at him, suspicious. "Why? What's the catch?"
"No catch." He lifted his hands loosely, palms open, the way a predator might show its claws before playfully retracting them. "I’m curious. And bored. And you seem like you’re actually trying. That’s all."
You stared at him for a second, then gave a short laugh. "Wow. So now you’re just gonna openly tell me you’re bored? That’s not even insulting anymore, that’s just pathetic."
He smiled wider. "Then make it exciting for me, Y/n-chan. Show me something new."
You muttered under your breath to Yoriichi, "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦."
"Focus" Yoriichi hissed. "His movements are light but deliberate. Watch his shoulders. When his weight shifts, he’s about to dodge."
You exhaled, shaking your arms out. "Fine. If I get my head taken off, you’re gonna haunt him instead, not me."
Douma raised his eyebrows at your muttering but didn’t say anything, instead sliding one foot back into a perfectly balanced stance. "Come on then, Y/n-chan. Show me what all that glaring and yelling is worth."
You planted your feet, muscles tensing. "You asked for it."
And then you launched forward.
Douma moved almost lazily, like water flowing around a rock. He sidestepped your strike, his palm flicking up to gently redirect your arm just enough to throw off your aim. "Good try," he murmured, "but you’re still too obvious."
"Shut up" you hissed, spinning around to throw a kick at his ribs.
He caught your leg lightly in one hand didn’t squeeze, didn’t throw, just caught it and then let go. "Better" he said softly.
You stumbled back, eyes narrowing. "You’re enjoying this way too much."
Douma’s smile was wide and unbothered. "Maybe I am. You’re actually entertaining when you’re angry."
You growled low in your throat. "I swear, Douma, if you don’t stop talking-"
He tilted his head, grin sharp. "Then hit me."
You lunged again, Yoriichi’s voice whispering directions in your head. "Now! Feint left, go for his torso-"
You did it, pivoting fast. For the first time, your knuckles brushed against Douma’s robes not a hit, but contact.
He blinked, his grin flickering for half a heartbeat. "Oh…?"
You stepped back, panting but smirking. "What’s wrong, rainbow boy? Didn’t see that one coming?"
Douma straightened, tilting his head slightly as he regarded you. His grin returned, but there was a faint flicker of something else interest. "That was new."
'𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘐𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘦' Yoriichi’s voice echoed in your head, calm but firm.
You nodded slightly, taking a deep breath before lunging forward.
'𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘵' 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮" Yoriichi instructed.
You did exactly that, swinging your fist toward Douma’s chest. As expected, he swayed to the side effortlessly, his usual grin still plastered across his face right before your foot shot up and hit his ribs.
It wasn’t a full force kick, but it was enough to make him take a small step back.
For a second, his smile faltered. "Oh? You actually landed one."
You smirked, wiping a bit of sweat from your forehead. "Guess your reflexes aren’t all that, huh?"
Douma tilted his head, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "You’re starting to surprise me, Y/n-chan."
You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it."
He chuckled lightly, straightening up again. "Alright then. Let’s see if you can do it twice."
You cracked your knuckles, shifting your stance. "Bring it on, rainbow boy."
You darted forward again, the wooden floor creaking beneath your feet. Douma’s fan snapped open in a flash of silver, but his usual mocking grin never left his face.
"Careful now! You might actually hurt me, Y/n-chan!"
"In your dreams!" you shouted, spinning low and aiming a kick at his leg.
He hopped back easily, laughing. "Oh! Fast one!"
"𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵," Yoriichi’s voice whispered in your mind.
You followed instantly, pretending to strike from the left, then spinning on your heel and striking from the right. Douma’s eyes widened slightly when your fist nearly brushed his jaw.
"Ohhh, clever little thing, aren’t you?" he said, blocking your next attack with his fan and flicking it up playfully. You ducked, feeling the rush of wind slice above your head.
"Stop smiling like that, it’s creepy!" you said, swinging again.
He chuckled, catching your wrist midair with ease. "But it’s my best feature!"
You twisted your arm free and stumbled back, panting
"You fight better than most of the men I’ve eaten" he teased, eyes glinting.
"That’s supposed to be a compliment? Nice try,handsome." you snapped, tightening your stance again.
He shrugged casually. "Kind of!"
Before you could retort, Douma closed the distance in a blur, his movements light, almost playful. You tried to block, but his speed was ridiculous every swing of his fan came close enough to graze your clothes, not your skin. He wasn’t trying to hurt you. He was toying, testing.
'𝘋𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦!'Yoriichi barked.
You rolled to the side, then drove your elbow toward Douma’s stomach. He caught it, laughing. "So predictable, yet so fun to watch!"
You pulled back, glaring at him. "You think this is a game?"
He tilted his head. "Everything’s a game if you stop taking life so seriously!"
"Yeah? Try saying that after I break your nose!"
You lunged again, this time fueled by irritation. He blocked your attacks easily at first but then your movements got sharper, faster. Yoriichi’s voice guided you, your body reacting without hesitation. For the first time, Douma actually had to focus.
He smirked mid-dodge. "Not bad, Y/n-chan. You might make a proper demon one day!"
You froze for half a second, anger flashing in your eyes. "I'd rather die."
And you swung your leg up with enough force that it knocked his fan out of his hand.
Douma blinked at it, then at you clearly impressed. Slowly, a small, genuine laugh escaped him. "My, my..I might actually like you."
You pointed at him, breathing hard. "Don’t. Even. Start."
He chuckled again, retrieving his fan. "Fine, fine. No need to get all worked up, Y/n-chan. That was fun though! You surprised me."
You sighed dramatically. "Whatever, I’m going back to my room before my legs give out.. "
You dragged yourself away, and the moment you hit the bed, you faceplanted straight into the sheets with a dramatic groan. "Ughhh Yoriichi I’m literally dead."
He sat beside you, eyes soft but amused. "You pushed yourself hard. I’m proud of you."
You shot him a sideways grin. "Mhm. Should say that more often. You know… motivate your wifey??? "
He actually smirked. "Noted."
Your smile faltered when you heard the soft click of the door. "Ohhhh no. Who’s coming now?"
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