The final battle with Muzan was over. It felt impossible, yet here we were, celebrating a victory many had only dreamed of. No more demons to hunt, no more lives lost to that cruel king. No more shadows lurking in the dark. The weight of Muzan’s tyranny had crushed so many, turning innocents into monsters under his control. Every demon slayer, without exception, had loathed him.
Now, he was gone, rotting in whatever abyss awaited him for his sins. To mark the occasion, our Master hosted a celebration for those brave enough to face him. Laughter, dancing, and singing filled the air, fueled by sake and relief. Everyone was letting loose… everyone except me, it seemed. I was tasked with carrying a thoroughly intoxicated Giyuu home. For a man of so few words, he’d managed to drink an impressive amount. I’d even seen him singing along with the others!
“ (Y/N)….” He whined, his voice slurring. I only scoffed lightly, adjusting my grip on him. “What is it?” I asked, still carrying him on my back.
“Where are you taking meeee?” he slurred again.
“Home, Giyuu. I’m taking you home.” I replied, wanting to end the conversation quickly. He hiccuped and tightened his grip around me. It didn't help that he was trying to hug me while being carried.
I sighed, pushing forward. Finally, we reached his mansion. I carefully unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Carrying him upstairs, I gently lowered him onto his bed. Even in his drunken state, he looked… peaceful.
I switched on the bedside lamp and removed his shoes and haori, setting them aside. Then, I went to his closet and retrieved a cream-colored blanket, draping it over him to ward off a chill. I turned off the light and turned to leave, but felt a tug on my hand.
I looked back at Giyuu. His dark blue eyes were fixed on mine, full of a hazy affection. He smiled, then tightened his grip, gently pulling me closer.
I hesitated for only a moment before walking back to him. He closed his eyes, sleepily tugging me down beside him. I couldn't deny the smell of sake clinging to him. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. His breathing steadied, and he began to drift off.
A small smile touched my lips. I closed my eyes, my mind slowly relaxing. Just before sleep claimed me, I heard a few slurred words, barely a whisper.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
And with that, I drifted off to sleep, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.