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Sunlight streamed through the window of Muichiro’s room, gently waking him from his sleep.
It was Christmas Day… today was the day Muichiro would do it.
But wait… before we go there, let’s go back to the day before.
Muichiro hadn’t been doing much all day.
Every time he got a task, he’d forget it halfway through.
He was distracted by one person.
Genya Shinazugawa.
He had a plan, and he couldn’t get it out of his mind.
So he went to the only person he could think of that would help, since he had experience.
But when he walked into the room, Obanai was on one knee, and he really didn’t wanna ruin the moment, so he waited a bit, then spoke up.
“I hate to interrupt, but could I borrow Obanai really quick?” Muichiro said from the doorway.
“Oh, of course, sweetie,” Mitsuri said, pushing Obanai towards the door.
The two walked down the hall.
“So what do you need, kid?” Obanai asked gently.
“I want to court someone,” Muichiro said, staring at something—or rather, someone—across the room.
“Oh? And who might that be?” Obanai asked, though he knew the answer… I mean, it was obvious.
No matter how many people Muichiro forgot, he’d never forget Genya—not once.
He was his best friend… his whole world, hell, his whole universe.
But Muichiro wasn’t good with words. He was worse with actions, but he was observant and a good listener.
“Genya…” Muichiro mumbled, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
“I thought so… well, what did you have in mind?” Obanai asked gently.
“A promise ring,” Muichiro said, handing Obanai a small white box.
The ring was perfect—silver with small red stones around it… an infinity ring.
“Muichiro, this is beautiful,” Obanai said gently, closing the box.
“Thank you… there’s a plain silver chain in there too, ’cause I know Genya prefers to wear necklaces rather than rings, and it’s better when fighting,” Muichiro said… he really was observant, or maybe he was just in love.
“Well, you don’t have to get down on one knee. Just open it and hand it to him… tell him what it’s for and ask if he accepts,” Obanai said, handing the box back to Muichiro and gently patting his head.
“Thank you. I’ll do my best,” Muichiro said, walking to his room.
“Of course, kid… anytime,” Obanai said, walking in the opposite direction.
Muichiro lay down on his bed, quickly drifting into a light sleep.
…
Sunlight streamed through the window of Muichiro’s room, gently waking him from his sleep.
“Muichiro?” Shinobu said gently, knocking on his door. “Merry Christmas!”
Muichiro sat up and opened the door. “Good morning, Shinobu… Merry Christmas?”
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“What’s Christmas?” he asked in that familiar dead tone.
“You know, the day where we exchange gifts?” Shinobu said, trying to help him remember.
Muichiro’s eyes widened. “Genya!” he said, bolting out of the room, looking for Genya—but he couldn’t find him.
“Sanemi, have you seen Genya!?” Muichiro asked.
Sanemi frowned. “Why the fuck do you wanna know, kid!?”
“I’m gonna marry him!” Muichiro said, sounding desperate to find Genya, but also determined.
Sanemi stared at him, then nodded.
“He’s… he’s outside,” Sanemi said softly, looking over at Giyuu standing next to him.
“Thank you,” Muichiro said, running outside.
It was cold and snowy. Muichiro was hit with said cold all at once, but his love—the adrenaline—was enough to keep him going.
“Genya!” he called out, stopping in front of him, clearly out of breath, his face flushed from running—maybe the cold or… something else.
“Muichiro? W-what are you doing out here in just your uniform? You’re going to freeze!” Genya said, standing up. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
“Wait!” Muichiro said, finally catching his breath.
Genya looked at him… his hair blowing in the light breeze, the light pink blush dusted across his cheeks… Genya so badly wanted to tell him how he felt, but he was too scared.
“Genya, I—uh—I have a weird question, and you can say no, it’s okay. I just needed to ask you… when we’re adults, when Muzan is defeated and we finally live in peace… please, can I make you my husband?” Muichiro asked, handing him the small box.
The others had their faces pressed against the window, watching the scene unfold. Mitsuri was crying, Shinobu was crying—hell, even Sanemi was crying!
“Yes—Lord, yes, Muichiro! You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to tell you all these things. I just… didn’t know you felt the same way,” Genya said, holding Muichiro close.
He was shivering now, the cold finally catching up to him, but Muichiro paid no mind to that. Instead, he kissed Genya… and Genya kissed back.
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E̳͔̜̬̗͙̖̻̪̓́͐̈̾̊̔͐̏̉̐ͩ̉r̷̸̡̛̮̤͔͓̪͍͉̓́͗̐̃ͭ̚r̵̴̡̡̧̺͖͎̣̰̖͓͓̦̣̦̺̥̖̃͒̇̆̑̅ͩ̋̌̊̽ͮͬͪͩ̄̐ͣ̆̓́̔̆͢͝o̴̸͚̹̭̻͂̃̃̇̊ͮ́̇͢͠͞_̶̺̱r̡̲̟̗̤͂̓̾ͭ͗̓̄ͣ͘͜͠͝ Ẽ̢̡̮͍͖̣̬̙̟̲̽͛͊̽̑͐͛͟rr̸̞͖̖̻̝̓ͧ̀̑͌ͮ̒_̷̴̶̨͇͈̪̰̹̣̰̱̥̱̺̒́̆́̾ͦ̃͋̐̿̅͛̑͟͞o̤̳̪̞̺͋̃̃ͧ͜r͍
E̵̛̘̮͇͔̜̟͇͑͆͌ͭ̀ͥ͊̅̽ͪ̐͞r͕̘̹̿̑͋̀͂̑̐̚ͅȑ̴̙̬̤͍͙̱͖͉̦̦̝̰̓̈́̏ͭ͋̀̚͜ͅơ̘͇͓̞̩̲̹͙ͤ̆̆̆̋̇͛̄͘͜r͈̱̫̗̘͇̖̎͂ͫ̌̒̒̓̎̾̎ͅ E̵̩̙̠̬̗̣̘̠̖̠͓̖̜̬̙̲̞͚͕̖̓ͬ̐͊̽̃̽̋ͭͥ́͘̕̚͜͜͝͡_͉͐ͩ͝rͥ̑r̡̻̲͔͑̋o̷̡̪̻̦͙̠ͧ̈͑ͭ̒͌͌̆̎͞͝r̓͐ Ē̵̶̢̟̮̫̖̖̟͚̥̱̞̓ͭ̀ͦ͛̂͢r̛̭͍͇͜r̷̩̣̜̘̘͇̗͈̟̥̰̻̿́̒̑ͥͣ̓̂͊̋̋̓̓͑ͥ͒ͭ̿́ͧ͌̀͐̕ơ̵̵̧̡̢̩̹̬̭̥̹̺̻̼̜̣̘͉͎̬͈̜͔̤̜͇͛̓͊̿ͦ͗̓ͤͭ̊͗͋́͊͘̕͘͟͟r̢̯̻̞̥͈̙̻͈̘̪̗͖̱̥̞̽͐ͩ̌̃̽ͨ̌͛̿̚̚͢͜ E͓ȓ̸̗̞͕r̸ͥͦ̀͐ò̸̷͎̼͕̩̮̹̙̬̫́̋͘_̧̨̛͕̖̺̬͈̰̿̄͗̓ͦ͟͜r̨͓̮͇̝̜͙ͥ͐̃͒̽ͯ̽͗͌ E̡͔̲̟͋͐ͯ̊̽ͅr̶̫͔̥̲͚ͯ͑̈̕ŗ̛͖͈̦̙̩̖̝͖͆̔̂ͣ̽_̶̢̧̣̟̟̞̗̯̥͚͍ͯ̀̀͂̒ͦ̐̇͛̀͛ͥ͡_̵͉o̶̠̞͙͉͎͎͕̻̞̮̠̤̲͖͚ͬ̉́̇͑ͧͮͫ̎ͦͪ̓̎̋̍͑͊̾́͐ͣ̋̆͌̕̕͡r̸͉̤̪̘̹̬̲̔̃̎͋͊͒̌͌ͩ͘͠͞ E̹̪͕̘̍ͭͪ͘_̡̛̹̬̼̮͕̘̾̑̎͐͗̓͢r̗͙̔ͣ͑͋͢_̤̙̬̪ͫ̐r̷̴̙̔̃͜͝o_̸̶̢̝̹̳̦̝̖̰̰͑̎̅͂̔ͯͪ̅̓́̄͆̓ͭͧ̍ͭ̅͘͢͝r̢͎̫̹̠̺̊̿̈́͑̊̊ͮ̐ͬ͛̕̚͜ E̷̢̲͎̹̪͚͓̜̝ͭͦͩͥ̊ŗ̸̻̯̮̠͙͇ͪ̅́̂̉͑ͅr̶̷͓̻̫̰̻͎͙ͧ̊̅ͫ͋̌͢ǫ͎̗̖͔̥͒ͫ̎̒̈́͊̑͜ͅͅr̗̘̠̹͚̟ͩ̀ E̟̤̮̝̗̅̅̎ͬ̽͆̓̅͛ṟ͍̌r̴̸̨̘̟̮̙̭͔̮̳̞̣̲̳͖ͮ̏̎̋͂͑͒̽͑ͨ̎̓̅̾ͧͪ̊̾ͯ̊͟͢ͅo̬̯ͫr̵̸̵̛̙̠̼̩̠͔̗̖̜̖̹͇͚̈́̈̀̋̓̃͋͂̓̎̇̋̎̒̎ͬ̎͂͟͝͝͞ͅ
Wrong lifetime
W̢̢̛͚̦̳̰̣̭͖̹̮̬̹̍̒̏̾̑̿ͮ̕͠͝r̞̤͍̈̀͑̕_ͤ̎́̄_͇͇̮̩ͮ̾̃ͭ̄ͮ̃̚͞o̸̢̞̦͎͓̤̘̘͉̟͖̎́̈̀́͒ͩ͋͒ͯ̊n̷̶̵̵̤̫̲̣͇̖̱̮̯̮̤̟͇͗̽ͨ́̇̅ͥ̈ͧͮ̉̆̎̑̋ͮ̎̇̓ͬ̃͘͘͘͟͜g̶̷̢̤͍̬̲̝̪̗͚͇̻̺̪̞̳͔̠̞͒̀͐ͧ̏̀̆̽̉͂̆͛͗͊ͨ̾̋ͣ̆̄̿̽̋͝ l̡͎̞͔̘͍̹̻̗̦͙̾ͣͩ͗͒̐̒͂̽̐̃͑ͧ̈́ͭ͊́͆͊͢͞if̛e̢̛̟̩̰͎̻̺͔̫̞ͮͤ̐ͧ́ͮͯ́̆ͬ̐͟͡t̨͉͈̼̜̹̘̤̱̫͇͋̌̃͗̆͊ͨ̈͒̇̀ͪ̐͟͢͡͞ͅī̷̵̷̡͈̜̮̩̲̺͓͎̄͒͗̄͋̐ͧ̑̐ͥͧ͘͝͡m̧̪̪̦̲̈̀͑ͥ̈́͌ͣ̒́ͭ̾̄ͦ͟͝͡͡_̧̦͍̬̮ẻ̻
Ȅ̸̡̢̛̛̦͍͎̭̳̰̇͆ͪ̿̾̊̎̚͟͡͝_̸̖̳̼͎̩̠̅ͬͨͮ̋͜r̴͍̖̬̲͐̐̇̇ͥ̓̒ͪͭͧ̆͞_͉̯͋̿͊̕͟r̵̨̡̛̟͇͙͖͓̝̮̿̂̈́̿ͣͥ̉̃͠͡o̶̠̩r̵̶̖͔͕̻̼̖͖̮̦̘̪͕̩̞̟͉͎̬͉̘͌͂ͭͦͮ̒̑̃̍̄ͪͥ̓̅̇̃̀ͬ̄́͑͠ E̐̇͝_̷̪̬̊ͤ͂̑ͥ̎͢r̢̰͔̳̞̞̫̹͖̩͔̒̌̎ͣ͂ͭ͒͐̈̋ͧ͋̕r̉̃ͤ͟ò̵̢̧̧̙̠̬̣̘͖͇͕͙̗̗̘̺̍ͦ͒ͧ͑̍̿ͭͬ̇͗̑͆͌ͬ͗̌̕̚͘͟͜r̷̶̛̟̳̙̜̱̳̘̤̠͙ͩͥ́ͣ̾ͭ́͛͛͊̊̏̐ͅ E̶̘̣̋r̳̮̠͟_̵̡̢̢̞͍̜͚͇̟͓̦͎͍̠͐͛ͪ̅ͦ̽̈ͣ͌́̾́̕ŗ̶̡̙͚͔̳̙̬͔̦ͩ̉͂̂͡_̧͖̤̤̀ͮ̅ͥ̀ͣ̒̎ͮ͡ǫ̷̳̝͕̝̤̮̬̞͈̼͓͇̻̮̻͈̦̯̭̜̲̭̂̎ͣͧ̃͊́̈͆͐̑̄ͧ̋̿ͦ͜͜͞ͅr̵̵̴̢̡͓͍̠̩̙̝͓͖̩̤̓̈́͆ͤ̿̐ͤ̓̊̂̚̕͟͜͡
E̵̢̛̹̲͉̱͎̦̬̹͇̫̬̭̥̻̮̟͔̤ͭ͐͋ͬ͌̑̉̆̄̅͊͆̃́̓͗̆͘͜͡r͓̖̜̜͚͓̜̪̠͖͖̹̈͋̌ͨ͂ͤ̀̌͗̉̎͢͝r̸̴̛̥̥̪̟̘̥̺̳͖̰̩̪͙͔̦̝̀̈́͋̒ͪͫ̎͂́ͪ́̊̐ͫͩ͟͝ǫ̣̠̹̘̗́͑ͬͩͬ͋ͩ̌r̝̂́̃ Ę̶̶̡̡̛̹͔͉̙̱̖͔̰͈̳͚͓̣̫͖̠̍̾̅ͤ͊̊̾͂̊̌̀͋̅̄̚͘͡͡͞r͚͖̫͉r̨̼̟̓́͝ó̱_̷̨̧̡̢͎̟̺̬̙̗͗ͦ̓̐ͫ͑̑ͬ̅́͘͜r̷̛̛̺͙͛̒͛͐̃̊́ͩ͊̀͆̓̈́ͤ͘̚̚͞͠
Ȩ̸͈̖̮̠̤͈͓̻̮̙̼̈̒ͦ̆ͪ̿͆́̀͟͝r̈r̷̵̢̙̳͍̯̺̜͕̈͆͑̂ͩ̿̿ͪ́ͯͧ̎ͩ̒ͪ̈́̽͊͐͋͜ơ̞̝̫̤̥ͣ͐͗͆̅͊ͫ͘̕͜͢_͛͞_̟̗̠ͮ̾͝_̶̨̡̞͚̼̗̈́ͤ̓ͤͩͣ͞r̴̶̷̷̡̨̛̠̹̲̖̥̺͚͈̯̪̹̼̬̲͆̆̿̔̇͂ͧͭ̂͋̽ͮ͒̀͌́̂ͪ̈̌͟͢͢͟ͅ Ę̖͉̣͙̣̐ͨ̐̌ͬ_͉̙̼̗̙͋̌ͦ͐͜͞_̳ṙ̡̧̛̲̹̪̺̠̘̭̖̻͚̜̦̦̣̹͇͉̹ͫ̓͒ͬ̂̀͐͗ͦ͗ͭ͋̓͗ͯ̚͞͝͝͞͝͠r͈̣͈̳͂̑̅̕͜oͣ̑r̨̫_̨̘̟͖̎̆͜ Ę͇͖̼̻̺̰̠̫̱̬̙̞ͬ͛̽ͯͧ̎ͪ̾͆ͅ
Rain drizzled down gently, making a slight tapping sound on the coffins.
Sanemi and Giyuu stood there holding hands, both sobbing uncontrollably.
Four years… that’s all they had left.
Four years and the company of one another—that’s it.
…
Ah yes, fate… funny thing it is, huh?
Maybe you get memories from your past life, promising your lover everything in the next life.
Maybe you and your lover both die thinking the other one lived, but in reality you’re both dead.
Or all of your friends die, leaving just you and your lover to mourn alone, knowing all too well that both of you will die at 25.
Funny way life works, huh?
…
“Genya?” Muichiro said softly… he felt light and calm.
“Muichiro? Muichiro!! Where are you? What happened? Aren’t you… aren’t you alive?” Genya said, excitement fading from his voice.
“No, but it’s okay. I’m here. We can get married now. We can be free—just you and me,” Muichiro said, taking Genya’s hand gently.
“Alright then…” Genya said softly. “Let’s go.”
End