An Endless Cycle (Muichiro X Reader)

"Another horror story?" You let out a long exasperated sigh. "As if your life isn't already one."

"... Yes." Muichiro replied, after a moment of silence, holding out the book. 

"No. You use that as an excuse every night to sneak into my bed." Or sometimes he'd say it was too cold while the plants were dead from the heat of the sun.

"You and I both know I did find a way and even if I couldn't use that excuse." Mui replied, confidently, not even bothering to hide the fact he was never actually scared.

"Shameless to the very end, huh?" You muttered, massaging your temper. The only three things stopping you from slapping him right now was:

One. He was a Hashira.

Two. You could die if you hit a Hashira, except if your Tanjirou, but definitely if you're Y/N, and possibly a demon

Three. He was kinda cute despite all the trouble he caused. You'd rather walk into fire but say that out loud though.

"What's the real reason for your persistent nightly attacks on my patience and sanity?" You asked with another long deep exasperated sigh.

"... because you're like mochi?" Muichiro asked more than answered after 10 minutes of contemplation on your question.

"... What?" You asked with a completely dumbfounded, flabbergasted, and even a little disappointed face. Because how was this guy so dumb to compare you to a food item?

Only you were allowed to that.

"You're soft... And squishy... Like mochi..." Muichiro trailed off, tilting his head and crossing his arms as if he was contemplating on the question more.

You are completely convinced that he just saw you as a big round mochi now.

"Oh! It finally makes sense!" User in the exclaimed with a gasp, making Muichiro jump slightly.

"You're obsessed with soft things!" You stated your incredibly reasonable and logical reasoning with your index finger head out to Muichiro as if pointing out a natural fact.

"Huh?" Muichiro blinked.

"No wonder there's so many random tissue boxes around your estate for no reason!"

"... Shinobu said I could keep them since she has plenty to spare."

"And so many fuzzy blankets!"

"Those were gifts from Rengoku."

"And a whole hidden closet of stuffed animals!"

"Have you been snooping around my estate?"

"No excuse for the plushies, huh?"

"Wipe that smirk off your face before I do. It's not that big of a deal, I just... Forgot."

"Excuses, excuses." And then he chucked a book at you, but purposely missed, haha, he was getting soft.

"Stop wasting time, and just leave it already." Muichiro demanded in his usual, cold, calm tone.

He did have a nice voice, if not for him, pissing you off so often with snarky comments you might've actually enjoyed listening to it. Very slim chance though. Barely. Probably not even.

"You're being pretty demanding today. Got anything with the back it up?" You asked while quickly skimming through the table of contents.

"Not yet, but Giyuu's uniform was ruined in a pretty... Unique way. I figured out and tell you later." Muichiro replied, scooting in beside you.