Written by @realityphantom

⌒➴。NOTES:

• Requested by @lavenderlavenders_
• Kibutsuji Muzan X Reader
• Female reader
• Fluff
• No manga spoilers
• 3rd POV

—Modern college AU.

TOLERANCE
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"How distasteful," Muzan scoffed under his breath.

He had just escaped his annoying group of friends and was making his way to the campus library, where he figured it was much quieter.

There was no shouting from Douma, fighting from Hakuji, or questioning from Michikatsu—just pure, peaceful silence.

At least, "peaceful silence" was his excuse for why he wanted to go to the library.

In undeniable truth, Kibutsuji Muzan always looked forward to the library for a different reason. There was always someone there that he wanted to see, but he would never admit that, even to himself.

(L/N) (Y/N)—the one he subconsciously always wanted to see.

She wasn't at the library all the time, or anything, but he mostly found her there at the same seat at the corner, working on her homework. Muzan wouldn't admit this either, but he may or not have memorized her class schedules and when she goes to the library, just so he could run into her there.

He wasn't trying to be creepy, or anything—he promised. Muzan just really liked being with her.

(Y/N) was a lot calmer with him than his rowdy friend group was; though, that may just be because they hung out at the library most of the time.

At first it was just mindless talking, in which Muzan would just talk to her because he was bored and had nothing better to do.

Then, it became something he wanted to do.

Muzan could not help but feel more relaxed when he spoke with her. Actually, they didn't even need to be talking to make him feel at ease. Just her presence next to him alone was already enough to calm him down.

Unbeknownst to him, he would sometimes let out the most silly, lopsided grin when he was with her.

And there was (Y/N), sitting at her usual spot at the far corner of the campus library, typing away on her laptop. Upon hearing the footsteps of her typical companion, she looked upwards, a small smile etching its way on her face when she saw him.

"Ah, I was wondering when you were going to show up, Kibutsuji-san," she remarked quietly when he came closer.

Muzan slung his bag down on the table, before pulling out a chair beside her and saying as he sat, "I don't remember being tied to arrived at an accustomed time." He scoffed just a tad, showcasing false annoyance with her.

She tilted her head almost curiously at him, questioning, "I thought you were?"

Muzan wasn't sure if she was joking or not, even as she waved it off with a light, teasing chuckle.

"What are you working on?" he asked her, leaning over to her side to view the screen of her laptop. Before responding to his question, she turned her laptop slightly towards him so he would see it better.

"An anthropology film report," she answered. (Y/N) then shifted the laptop back to herself, and explained, "But it's due midnight on Sunday, so it's not that important right now."

Muzan responded with a mere hum, and he leaned forward on the table, putting his arms atop it. He then laid down on his arms, idly staring at the screen of her laptop and listening to the sound of her typing.

Nothing much was happening, but that didn't really matter to him. As long as she was there with him, then he felt fine.

"So this is who you've been ditching us for? She's cute!"

Well, fuck.

When Muzan looked up, his face immediately contorted into a scowl when his eyes landed on Douma—who was the one who spoke—as well as Hakuji and Michikatsu.

(Y/N), who clearly did not know them, looked up to the group in confusion. She also visibly winced, clearly surprised and a bit nervous at the three strangers who were approaching. And, Douma's voice was characteristically loud against the quietness of the library.

"Can you keep it down?" Muzan sneered at Douma through gritted teeth. He felt heat rise to his cheeks due to the embarrassment he was beginning to feel.

"Nah!" Douma loudly continued. He pulled out a chair in front of Muzan and (Y/N), then proceeded to sit down. "We wanna meet this friend of yours! She must be pretty great if you keep leaving us to meet her like this."

Douma had the most wicked, shit-eating grin on his face as he continued to tease Muzan. Hakuji and Michikatsu also seemed to be in on the taunting as they also took a seat.

"Um," (Y/N) began, clearly nervous as she still kept her voice down. "Who are you three?"

"Oh!" Hakuju piped up. For some reason, he actually seemed quiet excited to meet her. And he, unlike Douma, actually whisper-talked instead of speaking loudly. "We're Kibutsuji-kun's friends!"

Muzan groaned, "We won't be friends anymore if you keep this up." His hands found their way to cover his eyes, his thumb and middle finger massaging the temples of his head in annoyance.

To his luck, a librarian had came around the area upon the noise Douma was making. The moment she asked what was going on, Muzan had no hesitation in cutting everyone else off and blaming his "friends" as loud annoyances to his and (Y/N)'s studies.

And as the librarian told the mischievous bunch to leave the duo alone, Muzan could not help but to mockingly smile and wave at them goodbye in spite.

"Sorry about them," he groaned quietly, resuming his position in which he laid down on his arms atop the table. He faced downwards directly to the wooden surface, hiding the embarrassed, burning of his cheeks. That encounter felt practically humiliating to him, especially since Douma had revealed some truths to (Y/N).

His companion hummed in acknowledgement of his apology for a moment, before remarking, "Y'know, you don't have to ditch your friends just to spend time with me."

Shit, Muzan inwardly cursed to himself. So she picked up on what Douma said?

"I'm content on my own," (Y/N) continued. "I would hate it if you were forcing yourself to see me." She looked a tad downcast at her own statement, but nevertheless kept her eyes trained on the screen of her laptop. Her fingers did not type against the keys, however, as it seemed she was focused instead on the conversation.

"It's not that at all," Muzan sighed in defeat. "I'm ditching them because I want to spend time with you."

(Y/N)'s head snapped towards his direction at his confession, and her widened eyes showcased her surprise. It was clear she was not expecting him to say that, but when her lips settled in a smile, it seemed she was ultimately happy with his admittance.

"I hope that's the truth," she mumbled with the slightest of chuckles. Her fingers then began to resume typing at her paper as she turned back to her report, casually adding, "Because I like spending time with you, too."

"Wait a second," Muzan grumbled. "You are getting far too ahead of yourself—I never said I enjoyed your company."

His stubbornness, if anything, just made his companion amused. One of her hands flew up towards her mouth, where she attempted to stifle a laugh that mocked what he had just said. He rolled his eyes as she taunted him, but he accepted it in the end.

"(L/N)-san," he called.

When her fit of giggles died down, she turned back to look up at him, where his gaze was already fixated on her. And after she sent him a hum of acknowledgment, he questioned her.

"Would it be indecent of me to say that I don't want to part with you?"

She smiled and bumped his arm teasingly, before answering, "Not at all."

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Written by @realityphantom

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