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C25- ☆Night☆

M E R R Y

C H R I S T M A S

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Heian Period, in the late 700's

"Sing for me. "Muzan told her when he was lying his head on her lap. They were on their favorite spot, her garden.

Mimi thought it would be nice to have a picnic but because of Muzan's condition, they were sitting on a small picnic blanket while quietly watching the stars. Fireflies surrounded them and although the night was cold, Mimi was warm because of her cloak.

Muzan was also the same and he even asked to lie his head on her lap. It was embarrassing at first but Mimi knows he was tired from attending a meeting this morning so she granted his request without complain.

She played with the lord's hair after asking for his permission and Muzan did not seem to mind. In fact, he felt relaxed under her touch.

"Muzan-sama.. I am not very good at singing. "Mimi softly admitted.

Muzan held her small hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

"I want to hear you sing. "He stated again.

Mimi sighed before deciding to humor him. Muzan found himself feeling a sense of peace at hearing her voice. Mimi was not a singer but she was close to one. Her voice was not angelic but it was mild and soft, like a mother singing a lullaby to her child.

He couldn't ask for more and he simply enjoyed their presence together while listening to her.

"Muzan-sama... I think I have bored you.. Forgive me for not meeting your expectations." Mimi stated as she bit her lower lip out of shame.

Muzan sat up and she stared at him, confused.

Muzan held her cheek the same way he used to hold her hand, soft and gentle as if he was trying his best not to hurt her accidentally.

Mimi involuntarily leaned closer to his hand, dazed to see his smiling face. Muzan was breathtaking and Mimi did not even question why he was very sought after by so many unmarried women.

He was handsome, rich and powerful. Muzan may seem arrogant and cruel but he knows how to be gentle and mild.

Mimi knows this because he always treats her gently and he only raises his voice when he's mad. He may seem spoiled but she knows that he's reasonable and he would often grant her requests.

Muzan just like her was also trying. He was also making an effort to get to know her which Mimi found very endearing. Not to mention they share the same fondness for flowers and herbs.

"Mimi, sing for me again."

Her eyes were wide at his request.

"But.."

Muzan squeezed her hand softly again. Although embarrassed, she weakly nodded before singing again.

Muzan doesn't berate her singing for the entire night. But instead, he listens attentively to her while holding her close.