Muzan, but With a Hopeless Crush

When I was little, my family found me a fiancé.

My first impression when we met was that he was rather beautiful and arrogant.

After getting to know him, I realized that Muzan was actually cold, selfish, afraid of dying, and prone to tears.

Watching him lose his temper at me, I drifted off in thought: He's like a cat. When he's unhappy, he likes to raise his claws at people.

I thought I meant so little to Muzan that he wouldn't care even if I died the next second.

After all, every day he resented me for looking healthier than he did and for still being alive.

But when I calmly accepted that I was about to die, this cold-hearted man seemed unable to bear it. He fell apart and searched for doctor after doctor to save me.

The pale boy, whose stunning beauty could not be concealed, stared at me and cursed everything. His deep black eyes seemed to burn with a faint ghostly fire. "Saori, do you think you can escape me by dying?"

His words became a prophecy. I didn't die, and I didn't escape him either.

I became a "demon" (a name I made up myself). I hadn't been hiding for long when I was exposed. On the day I prepared to run, Muzan followed me as if it were nothing and grabbed my bundle, threatening, "If you dare leave me behind, I'll expose you right now!"

And so I began a life of hiding from place to place with Muzan (?).

Before long, he turned into a "demon" as he lay dying of illness, and that day he actually tried to eat people.

I was serious. "Muzan, if you eat people, I'll kill you and then die myself."

My words had no force behind them, but he seemed to take them to heart.

Muzan would never become a good person in the traditional sense, and I couldn't make him into one.

All I could do was make him remember those words and carve them into his bones.

I realized Muzan cared about me.

Whenever he tried to do something wrong, I would abandon him again and again, until I could feel his emotions gradually falling apart and he admitted he was wrong.

With tears in my eyes, I scolded him: "Muzan, you can't do bad things..."

Muzan cried even harder than I did. Kneeling on the ground, he clung desperately to my waist. "Saori... Saori... Saori... You can't leave me. I'm not useless trash. You have to take me with you. Wherever you go, we have to go together!"

#Background Information#

1. There are lots of original elements, and the timeline is jumbled and shortened (Muzan lived for ages, after all...). It doesn't follow the original plot OvO;

2. Still a brainless romance with no logical main plot, but this one is told in first person;

3. I want to indulge in a lovesick Muzan who's pitiful and likes using his tears (actually, his face) to seduce the heroine, v;

4. Muzan is lovesick, lovesick, lovesick! So he will definitely be out of character! [PS: I feel like you can tell from the blurb, too];

5. For other content warnings, see the author's note in Chapter One ≥≤

Theme: Live toward death