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It started out as a regular morning. It was only January with the cold still seeping through the seems of the large bay windows that overlook all of the city.
The sky was overcast, leaving the apartment bathed in a dulled lighting as the scent of breakfast fills the air. At the table where servants were preparing it, a woman sighed as she was sitting at one side. Even just awake with no make up on, she was stunning in her favorite lacy blue lingerie with a satin, red leopard print bathrobe that was slid down her shoulders. Her long gorgeous white hair was up in curlers as she picked up her cup of tea.
None of the servant staff look her in the eye as they put down a small crystal vase with a single cherry blossom brank reaching out from it, before the breakfast comes out next. They did not wish to give their employer's lady any reason to be cross with anyone today, especially since it's been a sour week at her job.
However she looked towards the direction of their bed room with those green eyes and when she started to run her temples the others there could already sense she was growing impatient waiting for the Master of the Penthouse.
She looked down at her now empty cup and then turned to the servant holding a teapot with a look that could melt an ice sculpture.
...
From his bathroom, the Owner of the Penthouse looked at himself in the mirror; More specifically his hair. Slowly he slipped his fingers through the short wavy locks with a grimace, standing in only his briefs and his scarred, muscular body on display for anyone who dared walk in without knocking.
He sighed as he pushed his hair back, turning his head this way and that. How long had he had this haircut? Ten years? Fifteen?
After having a long session down memory lane with his business partner while looking at their old high school photos he realized he had forgotten how it felt to have long hair to style how ever he wished. He could remember how his mother used to braid it and pin it up intricately even when he was in high school. When she died a year before his graduation he remembered his father cutting his hair to the length it was today before training him to be the CEO of the now thriving company.
He hummed a moment when he realizes that the feeling that was troubling him was longing. Nostalgia almost from a time he felt free of the burden of running this company.
"Mmm.."
"Muuuzaaaaan!"
He jumped when he heard his lover calling for him in the annoyingly endearing whine of hers. He picked up his phone to check the time and then shook his head fondly. It appears he had kept her waiting quite a while hasn't he?
Without a second thought he pulled on his red and black silk robe and walked out to go join her.
However even as he left to join her the feeling followed him to the table.
...
The thoughts from this morning did not go away. In fact since it was the weekend and both of them had the day off, Muzan found himself lost in thought as he was taking his lover, Daki shopping as an apology for keeping her waiting for so long. He watched her in her skinny jeans, her sharp stiletto black heels, long white to green hair down to her butt, wearing a black tank top and golden jacket lined with white fur with her make up done so pretty.
He himself felt a little drab in his black trench coat over his usual black suit, grey button up and red tie as he carries her bags from the other stores they had stopped at. Even so he still couldn't shake his thoughts to stop them from going back to this morning.
Especially when he sees his reflection in one of the windows and sighs before he turned his gaze on his woman looking over some part dresses to wear for her girls nights.
"...Do you think I should let my hair grow out?"
Daki blinked and she looked back at her lover with wide eyes a moment. Had she just heard that right? Muzan Kibutsuji, owner of the most powerful ruthless corporation in japan with ties to every government in the world and the underworld, had asked her a question on his appearance?
She slowly turned to him, making sure that he was actually serious...then she smiled and reached up to hold his face, smooshing his cheeks a bit as she leaned up to look him in the eyes.
"You would look so hot with long hair, Muzan. Like seriously drop dead gorgeous with it. Oh think of all the sweet styles we can dooo, aaaah I'm already getting so stoked!"
..Well that was more of a reaction than he expected but...he wasn't going to complain. Especially with how happy she looked at the idea, solidifying the will to actually go through with the idea. He adjusted his grip on the clothes so he had a free hand and gently took hers to rub over her knuckles while looking into the lime green orbs.
"Are you sure? I just...I have been thinking about it for a while but..."
"Honey," Daki smooshed his cheeks a little more to make him look right at her, "Rosey eyes, tall dark and handsome of my heart..." she smiled more, "You could have a buzz cut and I would still think your were a god. Though no bald buzz cut, there is such a thing as too much after all.." she then moved her hands to slip into his short hair, and lightly twirl the wavy locks between her fingers, "Seriously though, do grow it out. You could totally pull it off so good."
While she touches him playfully so full of affection, he can't help the blush that blooms across his face. If she was anyone else he would have swatted her hands away, yet with this young woman he practically found on the streets years ago, it was different. She reminded him of himself before taking over the company left to him by his parents; carefree, confident, not an ounce of shame to be had. He loved that about her.
Plus the fact she was so willing to overlook the criminal activity of his business empire, made her absolutely perfect as his life partner.
He leaned down slowly and kissed her softly on the forehead before he hesitantly pulled her closer. Physical affection was never his strong suit, but for her he made the exception. Even if they were in a popular clothing store where many of his cohorts tended to spend their time shopping in now that he started to think about it. He took in a deep slow breath to force down his paranoia. From years of having it hammered in his head that he had a reputation to maintain from his overbearing sperm donor.
Internally, Muzan gave the memory of the man who helped bring him into this world the middle finger.
"...Then I will," he tucked some hair behind his ear, "...I love it when you're happy. I want to see you continue being happy especially if I'm the one doing it. Just be patient I haven't done this in a while..." he blinked at how her green eyes shimmer happily at him as she clasped her hands, "..what?"
Daki leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth, "You're the best~"
If his face wasn't red before, it certainly was now as she turned and walked towards the rack of sequins, her hips swaying as she walked. He took that moment to gather his wits. One of these days he knew he was going to die from the way his heart races like it's about to go into cardiac arrest.
At least he'd die happy though.
...
When February came he did notice a little change in the length of his hair when he looked in the mirror. If he had to harbor a guess of how much had grown he would calculate it to an inch, not enough to let Daki style it much to his mild disappointment.
Then March rolled around and his hair had gone to his neck, another inch and he felt a little off balance. Hair tended to add weight to the body and since he was so used to it staying short he started to feel the slight additional weight of letting it grow long. When he tested it a little in the mirror was grew annoyed that it wouldn't even make a god half up hair style.
As April rolled around his hair started to go into an awkward stage. It made him frustrated to try and keep it tame even with Daki carefully combing through it with one of her specialized detangled combs, however the soft giggle she made when he became grouchy was enough to make his chest feel like it had little moths fluttering about around his normally cold heart. Just knowing this little bit of styling was making her gleeful puts him at ease even though he wanted it to be longer.
By May though as the cherry blossoms bloomed late and the weather grew warmer, he was happy when he looked in the mirror and saw his hair was starting to reach his shoulders now.
He looked at himself in the mirror after wiping the foggy surface caused by his shower. When he sees his thick black locks were seen almost touching his shoulders he felt something burst through him as his plum red eyes widen. He felt excited that it was finally starting to show at last...until he realized that it might also mean there was a chance to start letting Daki style it.
It wasn't that he didn't trust her with it. In fact when he thought about it he really didn't mind in the slightest...yet it had been so long since he let someone touch such a place and put his faith in them. The only person whose touched his hair was his late mother and had always done it so gently and soft like she was afraid she would tear it if she even moved it the wrong way with her comb. It was one of the few times they were able to be alone to bond when he was growing up.
Hence it was no surprise that he was anxious about his lover doing it now.
"Muzan?"
He blinked out of his thoughts and looked to the closed door.
"Honey, are you almost done? I want to see if there's anything we can do with those luscious locks today. I bet they're long enough for something small and simple."
Despite how calm she sounded, Muzan knew Daki was thrumming with excitement at finally getting her hands on his hair at last. With a deep slow breath, Muzan walked over to the door and opened it to look down at her with a soft smile, having pulled on his bath robe. Since it was once again the weekend they could take their time to test out what would work. Then they could see how quickly they could do it before he had to go in for work Monday.
Daki held a basket with all her good brushes, combs, hair ties and clips as she beams when she sees him standing over her.
"Ready lover boy?"
He chuckled softly, though anxiously, "I am when you are my heart."
A soft squeal leaves her as she tugs him out to take him to one of the chairs giggling brightly. She couldn't help it, it's been so long since she got to use her skills on someone, besides her older brother. This was the opportunity to practice and who better than her boyfriend? Plus if he enjoyed it enough then she could convince him to let it grow out longer and longer for the bigger and more intricate styles!
She couldn't wait~
...
By the time monday rolled around, it turned out to be a rather slow day.
Kokushibo grumbled as he was basically just playing some games on his computer since nothing was scheduled for his boss. The workers had caught up on reports since overtime was put in and so today they were enjoy a moment to drink coffee, gossip or like the secretary play games such as pinball or other fun things. He hummed quietly as he looked at the time.
Muzan and Daki usually came in earlier than this, though usually with the latter growling over her match green tea frappucino and glaring daggers at everyone while their boss was holding his own pitch black beverage. Honestly at times he wondered just how two intensely different people could ever have come together like this, but then again people would think something similar about him and a certain data entry employee with a love for string instrumentals. Either way he wasn't going to judge since it was not his place nor did he care to judge.
When he hears the elevator ding and footsteps approaching Muzan's office behind him, Kokushibo leaned out, "I'm sorry, Muzan-sama is not in-"
He cut himself off when he actually sees it is his boss. Dressed in his usual dark suit with a blood red tie and holding his black coffee with a raised brow at him.
The CEO raised a brow with his usually combed back black hair instead in a small half up little pony tail and the rest of his beautiful dark hair down. His secretary blinked at him from behind his sunglasses before lowering them to look at him with a tilt of his head. Like he couldn't quite believe what he was looking at for a hot minute.
"...Good morning Kokushibo."
"G-good morning Muzan-sama. I see you are experimenting...?"
"Indeed."
"Ah...was...was it Daki-san?"
Muzan actually gave him a dead pan look, a lose strand of curled dark hair emphasizing it as it hangs in his face, "Yes. She has taken today off though because she had some appointments to handle with clients. Now if you'll excuse me I have things to look over and then see who completed what and if this week is going to be a pain."
Kokushibo looked like he wanted to say more but closed his mouth. It was none of his business what his boss did in his spare time with his lady so why should he say anything else?
"Of course sir," he nodded before returning to his game.
He knows that once Muzan finishes his work more will be given to him and the other workers here. However he didn't mind since this game was starting to grow boring anyways and if there's one thing Kokushibo hates it's boredom.
...
Throughout the next few weeks of May, it was quite an adjustment period for everyone who worked under Kibutsuji.
Daki was so pleased with her work that when she heard people discussing it she always cut into the conversation with her bright smile and sparkling green eyes that appeared friendly but also gave anyone gossiping a warning not to say anything negative. Being the boss' girl gave her a certain power here and no one dared tried to test it.
Although she needn't worry about them taking about the half up half down hair do she's been doing for him. It made him look so rugged and cute even when he tried to remind her he isn't cute in the slightest. Daki just loved all of it, giving her a purpose to get things done and to make things happen for her gorgeous man.
"Delivery for my handsome man~"
Muzan had veins popping in his forehead as he subconsciously was twirling the loose curl of hair that served as a bang while staring down at his workload. Honestly he looked like a mess and a half right now before he looked up at Daki's declaration. He blinked once, twice then realized she had brought lunch for them both to share and by the looks of it it was lunch from their favorite soba place.
"Hmm...you're in a good mood today," He takes the bag that's offered to him and sighs softly.
"Oh well, you know these last few weeks your new look has been buzzing through the rumor mill. I can see though that your hair has gotten longer in the last couple weeks and I'm already thinking of what brand new styles to try...I mean look! It's almost to your shoulders now~"
Muzan chuckled softly, his lips twitching into a small smile, "I must say you really dived into this hmm? May I ask what ideas do you have for it this time?"
She could only smile and shift in her seat from excitement. After all it wasn't everyday she got so happy with a hobby. She liked this one since it allowed her to practice and sharpen her skills. Especially at the rate his hair was growing!
"Hmm, yes I think I can manage something more intricate for next week," she reached up and lightly played with a curl, smiling rather pleased.
All Muzan could do was smile back and lean into how her hand gently moved to gently cup his cheek, her thumb gently caressing the corner of his mouth as she was taking him in. Honestly he would let her do anything to him if she had the smile remain on her pretty face. He sighed softly and closed his eyes when he can sense her leaning in to kiss him.
...
This time when he entered with his latest hair style, the first one that saw was none other than one of the many underlings he was in charge of. His beautiful black locks were carefully french braided along the sides and ending in a gorgeous bun. Like something out of a magazine.
When he heard the overdramatic gasp and then heard the quick footsteps approaching it took every ounce of self control not to snap the man's neck. It would be so simple too, he just had to reach up and grab it. Then with a good twist he would no longer be a problem.
Unfortunately, this man with the annoying smile and rainbow eyes was important to Daki. As long as Douma remained so, he was safe from being killed at the hand of Muzan, and furthermore remain a bane to his existence. It was a very good thing his affections lied with Daki or else he would have peace in his office building for once in his life. He turns to face Douma, his hair up in a very pretty french bun with braids along the side of his head.
"Oh Muzan-sama~ your hair looks so good! Who is your hairdresser? I simply must know!"
Don't flick open the fan, don't flick open the fan, do not flick open that fucking fan...
Douma flicked open his favorite fan with a giggle, "It makes you look so regal, Muzan-sama. Please do tell me who it was so i can pay them to do my hair next! It's soo hard to find a good one these days. It's almost like dating really!"
"How unfortunate then, that the one who did my hair is also my lover," Muzan speaks up as he struggled not to speak through grit teeth. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear grimacing, "And I am far from comfortable having her do yours."
"Whaaaa?" Douma blinks, "You mean Daki did this? Oh my, what a talented little thing she is! To think it feels like only yesterday I found her and her big brother on the streets and-"
Muzan covered his mouth eye twitching as he looked to make sure no one was listening, "Will you keep your voice down?"
The man blinked then shrugged before he nodded. Even when Muzan removed his hand he growled at the smile on his face. Oh he loathed that smile, that stupid, facsimile that gave the false sign of emotion. It made him want to undo all of Daki's hard work she did on his hair today!
"Now then...I am going into my office and you shall resume your work back on the third floor with Akaza," He huffed, "I assigned you both to that for a reason after all and I don't appreciate you wasting my time!" he wanted to smack the pout off that irritatingly pretty face before turning on his heel and stomping off before that giant airhead said another word.
Any good mood he had was now soured from that interaction. Honestly why did Daki like that idiot? She was such a beautiful, talented and strong woman how did she even end up being found by that?
He wanted to ignore the fact that when Douma started talking about her, it made his blood just boil. Why was this troubling him so much? When he had such a good weekened and had such a good start to his day?
Kokushibo doesn't even get a greeting as he opened the doors to his office and slammed them closed with a growl. The secretary blinked a moment before rolling his eyes and resuming his own work.
"Well good morning to you too..."
...
Down on the sixth floor, after going over the deadlines with the crew assigned to her by her boss and boyfriend, Daki checked her phone and was delightfully surprised to see that her man had texted her...until she reads the texts.
'I ran into Douma.'
'I'm not sure if I want to do this hair do again.'
Daki had to reread the text over and over before she groaned. Of course it was Douma who had to run his stupid pretty mouth and put Muzan in a bad mood after she had spent all morning doing the hair just right so it wouldn't hurt his scalp but would hold well without much tampering through the day. It had also turned out so stunning!
She pinched the bridge of her nose, "Course it's Douma who ruins my boyfriend's day. Goddamn asshole..."
It's then a beautiful large white mocha frappucino with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles is set down before her. Instantly her mood does a complete one eighty as she takes the precious coffee and sips it with abandonment. Internally she was singing praises to the gods of caffiene for having her heavenly beverage set down before her and she can't help kicking her legs happily.
"Better?"
She looked up to see her big brother holding a tray with coffee, tea, frozen drinks and then different bags of food for the others on this floor. Since he lived to serve he was serving as the coffee run guy.
"Hmm..." Daki released the straw, "Much better. I needed some of that before i exploded. I was not made for early mornings, let me tell you..' she hummed a bit as she looked back down at her phone, "...I'm going to kill Douma."
Her brother, he kind, sweet, disfigured brother with his dark hair and marked skin looked at her with those blood shot yellow eyes, raising a brow, "...You're gonna kill the guy who literally is the reason we're sitting here with coffee?"
"Mhm."
"Okay, what did the man bimbo do this time?" Gyutaro used his foot to pull up a chair to sit across from his sister.
She could only shrug and grumble softly as she slurps up more of her overly sweet beverage, "Mm...I don't know but now Muzzy isn't sure about the hair style i did for him this morning..."
He blinked a her a moment, "..Hairstyle? Wait he let you do his hair?"
"Yes," she puts down her drink and then pulls of a scrunchy from her wrist, "He wants to grow it out so I am trying to be supportive by showing him how gorgeous he looks with different hair dos and this week I am going to change it up! Unlike the last couple weeks I am going to ambitiously do a different hair style each day because he is a beautiful man who deserves to feel it! Even if he runs a criminal empire!" she starts putting her own hair up in a bun before fixing her pink blouse and pencil skirt with a huff.
Gyutaro just stared at her, raising a brow, "..If only you had this much energy to spare for Tengen on fashion week."
"Well he is always on THIN FUCKING ICE after that stunt he pulled in Tokyo! Honestly, who the hell brings paint bombs to a runway show?! I was so ready to kill him!" she grumbled as she stands up, "...anyways that is not what we're focusing on right now, no what we are focusing on is Muzan and how much he needs support and love and how I will wring Douma's neck if he even thinks of bringing down Muzzy's self esteem!"
He sighed at his little sister's outburst. Honestly he thought it was cute she was so passionate about her lover, despite the fact that he was a criminal who has yet to be truly caught by anyone on the police force. Perhaps if he wasn't their boss he might even go to threaten him about treating her right but he's not about to go into that.
Daki huffed and crossed her arms, "He deserves to feel happy in his own skin...sometimes I wonder how he doesn't see how fucking drop dead gorgeous he is..."
"Uh...imouto, you know were still at work right?' Gyutaro motioned towards the models as if to remind her that they were still in the room.
She snapped her head in their direction, eye twitching before she grumbled, "Ugh. Whatever, I don't care if they know I'm fucking the boss. It just means that they can't without asking us both and you know I'm picky."
"True. You can be a brat about anything when you put your mind to it.." he chuckled as he shook his head rather fondly. He laughed louder when she throws a book at him in retaliation.
"Shouldn't you be taking that coffee around to everyone? I still have work to do."
Gyutaro just shrugged. Though despite how haughty she was being, he couldn't help but be relieved. Seeing how supportive she is of her current boyfriend makes him a little hopeful that maybe she'll start to settle down. Plus with someone as powerful as Muzan in the family he knows no one would try to go after them anymore despite his night job in collecting debt.
For now though he's just content his little sister had found herself someone who was patient with her despite her tantrums.
A keeper as Gyutaro was hoping he would be.
...
It was dark out by the time work hours were over.
Many of the employees were closing their computer stations, punching out, and leaving those on night shift alone to finish the rest of what they owed the boss. Though tonight it seemed the boss himself was staying back after hours. Throughout the day he had slowly been messing with the hair style his lover had chosen for him as doubt began to overcome him.
He knew it was ridiculous to let Douma ruin his day for actually liking how his hair look, so why did it still feel wrong to have that psychopath say so?
When he thinks back on the exchange though he narrowed his eyes as he remembered how he talked about Daki doing his hair...and something clicked. Muzan crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair with his current contracts on screen that he had tried to distract himself with.
The mere thought of Daki touching anything on Douma made his own skin crawl.
That idiot had the audacity to request he ask his lover to do that ghastly silvery hair that looked like it belonged on some kind of video game character instead of an actual person. How he wanted to take one of his pens and gouge out those rainbow eyes so they never lay on his beautiful woman again and so he didn't have to see them looking at him so vacantly.
"Uuuugh..." he grumbled...then blinked when suddenly his computer if pushed shut and he gets an eyeful of Daki instead. He blinked at her in surprise having not expected to see her there, "Ah, Daki, why are you here? You should have gone home a while ago."
"Uh, yeah no," she moved around the desk and then sat on it in front of him with her gorgeous legs crossing as she pouted, "I wanted to talk about the text you sent me," she frowned and pouted when she notices the hair do had been tampered with and huffed, "You really are gonna let some emotionless airhead just make you feel insecure about a look you rock? He doesn't usually get under your skin like that ever."
Muzan sighed as he leaned back in his chair, "...It wasn't really about the hair do..it was more of something else."
"Like what? You've heard much worse from him, what makes this time any different?"
"...when i told him you were the one who did it, he asked me if you would do his hair...it made me want to throw him out the window and never see his smug face again..."
Daki stared at him when he averted his eyes, rubbing the back of his head like an embarrassed child. He knows it's stupid to still be pissed over something Douma said about his lover, but...this was personal for him. Daki was a personal thing for him to be precise something he never really thought could happen in all his years of working the criminal underworld. Yet here came this beautiful, headstrong brat who wormed her way into his affections, and when she had been so supportive of him about growing out his hair it was like his fate had been sealed that he would spend the rest of his life with her..
So when he had imagined Douma and her in such an intimate scenario that was strictly between himself and Daki, Muzan just felt this ugly surge of rage.
"...I just...don't want anyone else having you touch them...unless it's your brother but other than that..." he slowly trailed off and blinked as he feels something else.
Something he has only felt when he was a child before trying to ignore it or squash it down...
Insecurity.
It made him feel vulnerable and anxious which are two things he is not used to feeling around Daki. So why now was it doing this? Why now was he only feeling this over something so trivial?
You idiot. You complete irrational buffoon.
His thoughts are interrupted when hands gently holds his face...and then she's carefully play with his hair in her fingers with her green eyes soft.
"Oh, honey...darkness of my heart...my tall, dark and devilishly handsome man..." Her smile is so soft and sincere that he almost did a double take, "You don't need to worry about that," she gently fixes his tie with a calm smile, "If anything, he should be worried about me ripping his head off if he ever tries to pull this shit on you again."
Muzan blinked down at her a moment in surprise a moment...then he released a breath he never realized he was holding.
"..You're amazing, even for a brat. Do you know that?"
She only grinned and reached up to curl a lock of his hair with her finger, "Oh yes..." then she slid off the desk and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Hmm...I'll meet you by the car. There's something I need to do first."
"Oh?" Muzan tilted his head with a quirked brow, "What might that be?"
"Just wait and see~"
...
He didn't find out what Daki did, but whatever it was he didn't see Douma for the next couple months.
In those months, he was finally at peace as now his shoulder length hair was reaching down past his shoulders. He sits calmly in his office chair as he admires the latest hair style that Daki had done. There were so many that she had practiced on him every morning that he was quite intrigued that she went for something a little simpler today; through out the months she has done space buns (something he thought was rather cute), fish tail, french twists, french buns, swedish buns, just about anything that would prove to be a challenge.
Yet today she simply tied his hair into a loose pony tail with wavy curls bouncing a bit as he walked. It was actually a nice change from spending his mornings having his hair tugged on so much.
He stopped a moment and looked at his reflection in the window, tilting his head softly a bit. Some loose hair framed his face at the sides as his hair was wavy and soft looking.
It's amazing that it's only August and his hair had gotten this far. He hummed and tilted his head a bit.
Perhaps...he should keep it simple for a while. He liked the way it moved and swayed being tied back like this. Plus he could tell Daki was loving it as well since she couldn't keep her hands out of his hair.
"There you are~"
Speaking of which, now his reflection is joined by Daki's as she now presses against his back.
"Hmm...who is this beautiful god I see walking with such luscious locks?" Her red, sharpened nails gently run through the black hair as she grins happily. She was practically a ray of pure sunshine right now, "I don't think I've seen you around handsome. Have you seen my boss~?"
"Mmm..." He turns to her slowly, eyes half lidded, "Perhaps...tell me, lovely lady is he a good kisser?"
Daki snickered, "Oh the best."
He chuckled and smirked, "I may have to disagree with that, because last I checked I give the best kisses."
"Oh really? You want to show me sir?" she slowly tugged on his shirt with an almost feral grin, "Let's see if you have what it takes."
Muzan leaned down slowly, about to kiss his pretty brat-
"Sir?"
Oh for FUCK's sake.
He turned with a now very unimpressed look while Daki was now pressed against his side and pouting at one of the secretaries from the fifth floor, Mukago. They gulped anxiously, shuffling up to the two with a pile of reports in their arms. They looked an anxious public speaker as they sweat and tug on their turtleneck, though their eyes go more to Daki than Muzan.
"I...um...I found a few suspicious clauses in these contracts from a merger with Slayer corp..."
Muzan slowly walked towards them, and snatched the contract held out to him, "A clause you say?"
"Y-yes?" they gulped and rubbed the back of their head...then froze when they look past him. Then they grabbed the contract back with an apologetic bow.
"A-actually I'll bring this to Kokushibo M-Muzan-sama!" they bow again a couple times, "Apologies!" they squeak before they bolted out of there with a loud squeak.
Muzan sat there a moment, a touch bit stunned as he looked at the spot where Mukago was originally standing before him. He then turned to look at Daki who just smiles as she leaned down and kissed him softly before he could speak another word. Then her long nails reached up to gently run through the long hair, even breaking the hair tie as her fingers continue to run through the soft locks.
The kiss relaxed him as he closed his eyes and slid his hands up to hold her face as he caressed over her soft cheek. He closed his eyes when she deepens the kiss with a soft quiet little mewl. However as quickly as the kiss happened it broke too soon for his liking as he opened his eyes to look up at her.
She smiled down at him, "Oh...you kiss just like my boss~"
"Hmm, is that so?" he he hummed as he gently slipped a hand down over his throat, "Perhaps I could give you a better one than he could."
"I really shouldn't, he gets jealous..." however she's leaning down towards him with her eyes half lidded.
Muzan's eyes start to close again, "Then it's worth the risk..."
He leaned up slowly to kiss her back once more, holding her close before he reached under his desk to lock the door.
After all, he wanted some alone time with his sweet brat.
Growing out his hair was the best decision of his life.