Y/N CAREFULLY placed all the stickers down in her box, and she shut the box and smiled brightly, but then she looked behind the box, piles of stickers laid messily in front of her and she grimaced. "Nakime, what am I gwoing to do with all these stickers? I cwan't fit them in my box," she pouted. Nakime strummed her biwa and teleported the piles of stickers into a room in the Infinity Fortress.

"Let's just keep it here, alright?" she suggested. "Therefore, if you run out of stickers, you can always get it back from here," she finished her sentence, it made Y/n beam brightly. "Alright!" she exclaimed, lately, her speech had been getting better– perhaps it's because she was socializing with the demons so much for the past few days.

Nakime was surprised when she could say alright instead of alrwight, time goes by too fast, she wasn't ready to see her little dearest growing up into an adult. Suddenly, a strum of a biwa rang in Y/n's ears and a familiar figure was summoned into the Infinity Fortress. "Papa!" Y/n exclaimed, she was brimming in happiness at the sight of her father.

Muzan perked up at the squeaky voice of little Y/n and looked down to see Y/n running to him with wide arms. His vexed face relaxed a bit. "Hello there, my dear Y/n, how was your day?" Muzan asked with a small smile. "It's great! What about your day, Papa?" Y/n chirped merrily. He had a vein popped into view, before he bent down to scoop the small child in his arms. "Some idiotic person decided to rob 381, 600,000," he bsaid with an irk mark, his red eyes hardened in dismay.

Nakime quickly looked away with a couple of sweat running down her cheeks. "Oh? Maybe Nakime used it to buy me stickers! She bought the whole stwore," Y/n giggled at the memory of Nakime dragging the sacks of stickers. Muzan's face relaxed and his tense shoulders were slumped now, out of relief. "That's a relief," Muzan said as he tucked a strand of h/c hair behind her ears.

"Now that you're here, I wanna give you brand new stickers!" she exclaimed. Nakime's attention shifted to her completely– she was silently hoping that Y/n wouldn't give more stickers to Muzan than she did to Nakime. She repeated the same phrase: 'Please only make it 2,' in her head repeatedly, having a praying circle chanting murmurs in her head.

"One for coming back to me alive, and the other is for being the best Papa in this world!" Y/n affirmed loudly, Nakime let out a sigh of relief. "Then another one for being my Dearest," Y/n continued. 'WAIT NO-' Nakime thought silently and she started repeating the chants louder in her head.

'Please don't be more than 3– 4— 5— 6—' Nakime felt her mouth hang wide open, 7 stickers! Such an achievement, she grimaced greatly– feeling disappointed that Muzan was better than her in this babysitting job, he barely even did anything, all he did was breathe and carried her, and she's already shoveling him deep down with love and affection.

"The last one! Seven!" Y/n said and placed the sticker on his nose. Nakime sighed a breathless relief. She really thought Y/n would give him the whole sticker box. Nakime had a total of 678 stickers from Y/n after 2 years of babysitting her. Muzan had 400, he was rarely in Y/n's life due to his busyness– cough cough, eating humans and finding a nonexistent blue flower, not to mention having a literal fake wife and child behind Y/n's back– yeah, that kind of stuff.

Now, he has 407, that's approximately a 271 stickers difference, and that's relieving for Nakime herself. "Dad, can you call the babysitters that you assigned with me? I wanna meet them," Y/n said and she cuddled her head to his chest. Muzan looked down at her with a raise of his brow. "Sure hunny, but what for?" he asked curiously. "I just wanna see them again," Y/n murmured with a small smile. "Okay, anything for you," he said with a dashing grin, before pecking Y/n's forehead.

"Nakime, if you would, please," Muzan said. Nakime strummed the biwa roughly with a hint of pride and a small tiny smile on her face. 'Hah! I got more stickers than you,' she thought deep in her heart. Six demons were present within mere seconds and they immediately bowed down in the presence of Muzan.

"I'm not here to hold anytype of meeting– but I would like to hold this small meeting because my precious Y/n wanted to see you all," Muzan said boredly. "Rwaise your heads, guys, I'm nwot a queen or anythwing, I'm ywour friend," she chirped happily. With that, "OH MY DARLING OIHFOIEFHOIEWHFOIWE HOW ARE YOU?" Daki screeched loudly– happily at the sight of her.

"I'm fine, Daki," she said happily. "OH I CAN'T WAIT TO SHOP WITH YOU AGAIN, LAST TIME WAS AMAZING! I'LL KILL THAT BOY IF WE MEET HIM AGAIN!! ARGAHAHSHEIL–" Daki said with an irk mark popping into view. Veins were visible. "What.. boy..?" Kokushibo asked. "None of your business, six eyes," Daki rolled her eyes annoyedly.

"What boy?" Muzan asked, gripping on to Y/n tightly. "Oh, so there was this one boy, he bumped into Y/n," Daki gestured. Kokushibo grimaced. 'Heart has been broken so many times,' he thought sadly and looked to the left because nobody would treat him right.

"Oh?" Muzan said, losing his grip onto Y/n. "Hello Y/n," Douma chirped brightly and walked towards Muzan. Y/n beamed at the sight of Douma and made grbaby hand gestures. "I wanna be with My Blwondie!" Y/n exclaimed and tried to wiggle out of Muzan's death grip, Muzan rolled his eyes at the sight of Douma and handed her over to Douma, watching him intently, making sure he wouldn't kill her.

"Aww, yes, your blondie is back, you miss me? Of course you do!" he cooed happily. Y/n giggled happily and placed her small hands on his nose and nodded. "Yweah, I miss you too," she chirped happily. Douma cuddled in her warmth and squealed internally at the sight of the adorable child.

A figure loomed over Douma and a shadow hovered over them both, it was a tall figure– one that belonged to Kokushibo, he had his sword out. "Moon Breathing, Fist Form, Dark Moon, Evening Palace," Kokushibo muttered, Akaza ripped Y/n out of Douma's grip and covered her eyes, shielding her from the gory view of Douma's head being severed completely by Kokushibo's sword.

Akaza turned around to look away from the both of them and bounced little Y/n in his arms. "Pwinky!" Y/n beamed at the sight of Aakza and booped his nose. "Your pinky is here to save your day," he smiled softly. "As always."

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- i just can't help but feel happy to have you all here reading my bad book, thank you for being here with me, you all are just the absolute sweetest, i love you all! i hope you all have a great day and night <3