♥️☾Kokuzan Oneshots☽♥️

HUNGRY

Muzan was starving. He hadn't felt so hungry since his humanoid days. His stomach growled at him, but Muzan continued working the best he could. But it hurt. He felt weak, tired.

"Ugh.. I can't do this anymore.."

It was so sudden. Muzan slammed his fists down onto his desk, and shattered many of the experiments that resided there. He turned sharply on his heel, and flounced away from the desk—letting the cut-too-shortly experiments fizz and eventually drip onto the floor to be cleaned by lesser demons.

Muzan didn't even wait, he yelled at Nakime to take him to his partner, with a childlike stomp of his foot.

Nakime, probably fearing for her life, quickly strummed her biwa and teleported her raging, hungry, Lord away. A loud series twang raged through the expanse of the Infinity Castle, and Muzan was sent away to Kokushibo's location.

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Kokushibo had just finished up gathering food. Sadly, he had left none for Muzan; he didn't expect Muzan to suddenly jump upon him at the smell of blood.

Wait...

"EH?!—"

Kokushibo was startled, not expecting Muzan to suddenly teleport—practically on top of him. He was bloodied and slightly sweated from the humidity in the dark forest, and Muzan really found it appropriate to jump on him!

"Kokushibo! I'm so fucking hungry right now!!"

That's what Kokushibo found amazing about Muzan: his straightforwardness. Kokushibo was never really good at being able to tell what people meant when they beat around the bush.

"Oh. I just ate."

Kokushibo said as he did his best to grab Muzan and turn him to his front. Muzan was quite frankly latched onto his back, arms and legs around him. Kokushibo had to grab one of Muzan's arm and kinda flip him over his shoulder so Muzan was latched onto his front and not back.

"No fair! I'm so hungry right now—I could eat a horse."

Muzan whined in Kokushibo's arms, as he buried his face into where Kokushibo's neck met defined shoulder muscles. He could smell the remnants of human blood on Kokushibo, and that—accompanied by the smell of funk—made Muzan's mouth water.

"You even smell like food!"

Muzan took a sniff of Kokushibo, much more dramatic than what was necessary. Though, the smell of human entrails and the natural smell of his partner was sure to cause some sort of hunger in Muzan.

"I can go.. get some more.. if it's that bad?"

Kokushibo offered, as he quietly sheathed Kyokokukamusari and used both hands to hold Muzan up. Muzan had such a strong grip on him—Kokushibo had given up trying to pry him off so they could talk normally.

With love in his eyes, Muzan's looked up at Kokushibo. Even if he was the demon king, having Kokushibo offer something like that made Muzan go giddy.

"No, no. Don't bother; I'll settle with what I have..~"

Muzan was clearly hinting at something, but Kokushibo was a little too naïve to understand. Noticing Kokushibo's genuine confusion, Muzan sighed—but not out of annoyance. No. He could never be annoyed at such an endearing trait.