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Muichiro had been attempting to court Kokushibo for some time now. Afterall, the man was extremely good-looking to the teen boy. It was his own little secret for so long, but he couldn’t keep his intense feelings bottled up any longer.
“Kokushibo, would you like to go on a date with me?” Muichiro asks, dead flowers being the offering.
Kokushibo, the formidable being, gazed upon Muichiro’s dead flowers with amusement. Had he once known the warmth of fleeting affection, but Muichiro was far too young for someone like him. Someone so broken and evil. In this moment, before the young swordsman, his heart stirred in a way it had not in many centuries.
Muichiro, though still so young, possessed an strength and beauty that stirred something deep within Kokushibo. His gaze lingered, filled with unspoken thoughts, as if he had long desired to express what lay within. Yet, he understood that such feelings were beyond the reach of the present time. For a being like him, so tainted by darkness, love was but a distant memory, something unattainable.
"Muichiro," Kokushibo spoke softly, his voice betraying a faint sorrow, "there are things that should never be. Love in the form you seek is not something reciprocal on my end.”
The words hung in the cold air, like the quiet rustling of leaves in a storm. Muichiro, though confused, could sense the deep sadness in Kokushibo’s voice. Yet, he remained silent, unwilling to press further. Kokushibo’s rejection was clear, not in anger or bitterness. Almost if… It hurt to reject Muichiro’s advances.
"It is not meant to be," Kokushibo continued, his eyes avoiding Muichiro’s, as if his gaze could no longer bear the weight of what might have been. "Do not waste your kind heart and soul on what cannot be returned."
Muichiro, for a moment, seemed to struggle with his emotions. Finally, he merely nodded, understanding the finality of the words the upper moon demon had spoken. He had long known that some things were beyond his control, and this was one of them.
With that, Kokushibo turned away, disappearing into the shadows, leaving Muichiro alone with his thoughts. They simply couldn’t be together, as fate, in its merciless and almost cruel way, had decided it so.
“Oh…” Muichiro murmurs under his breath, disappointed in the outcome…