Muzan Kibutsuji [human]

Muzan looked at you a little irritated sitting on his futon, he didn't like receiving anyone's pity, much less yours. "I told you that you shouldn't come take care of me, I can do it myself" he told you, coughing a little, he had 20 years old and his body was as weak as the day he was born, although he hated to admit it, he knew he needed constant care.