For You - Kibutsuji Muzan x Reader -

Nightmare(B)

Feeling a stir, your eyes fluttered open to see a moving wooden ceiling above you. A frown pressed at your lips as you looked around, next seeing a tuft of black hair, and deep blue eyes. Tomioka was carrying you down a hallway, your bodies shifting with each step.

"We're almost to the room, I can keep carrying you if you'd like," he glanced down at you, still moving down the long hallway. With a short sigh, you pushed against his chest, signaling that you'd like to be let down. He obliged, and your feet met the ground a moment later.

"Where are we?" You asked, rubbing the sleep out of your eye with a small yawn. Tomioka continued walking forward, and you followed behind him.

"A hotel," he explained simply, and you nodded, rounding a corner behind him. Another large yawn overtook you, your eyes shutting as Tomioka came to a stop. With your eyes shut, you walked into his back, his arm instinctively reaching around himself to grab your wrist, affectively keeping you from falling.

"Are you alright?" He asked, turning around while maintaining a grip on your wrist. You blinked, righting yourself before nodding and mumbling out an apology. Tomioka kept his hold on your wrist as he turned back to the door, opening it and gently pulling you in.

Once you were inside you walked over to the window, drawing the curtains shut quickly and wrapping your arms around yourself. After several laps around the room, you turned to Tomioka, who sat down beside the table on the floor, his cheek resting in his hand as he stared at you.

"What's next?" You asked, stepping towards him and gazing down at him. He returned your gaze, his wild black hair extra unruly today. You took notice, all of his hair pointed in opposite directions and likely matted. With a sigh, you shook your head and walked behind him. "Hold still."

Tomioka took your instructions seriously as you combed through his hair with your fingers, pulling out various debris. Your nose turned up slightly as you finished, your fingers coated in dirt.

"You should probably bathe yourself," you suggested, rising from your knees and walking over to the nightstand. You cleaned your hands with a cloth placed there and sighed. "After that I can do your hair for you, if you'd like," you offered, looking at him from across the room. He returned your stare again, though his mind was elsewhere.

The entire time your hands combed through his hair delicately, all he could think about was the scent of jasmine and cinnamon radiating off of you, and the warmth of your hands against his head. His palms were sweating as he sat still, and his mind wondered if a demon were to barge in and threaten you, if he could even grip his sword with hands like these.

He nodded hesitantly, rising to his feet and grabbing the bag he had brought in.

"I can't leave you alone," he informed you, looking as you chewed on your cheek before sighing and waking towards him.

"I could use a bath too, I suppose."

You let Tomioka lead you out of the room as he took you to the gender devided bathhouse, a large wall dividing the areas. Before the doors, he turned towards you, noticing a tint of blush across your cheeks. He took it as you being shy, and decided he wouldn't bring it up.

"I'll be just on the other side, if you need me. Also, I bought these for you while you were asleep. Sorry i didn't wake you to choose," he mumbled, digging into his bag and producing a few toiletries. You gave him a small but grateful smile before nodding and heading in.

Quickly and purposefully you undressed, washed your own hair and body, and sank into the bath to relax. With such a routine, you couldn't help but remember how your routine had been previously.