Muzan Kibutsuji [human]

Muzan looked at you with a hint of irritation while sitting on his futon; he didn't like receiving pity from anyone, and even less from yours. "I told you that you shouldn't come to take care of me, I can do it myself," he told you, coughing slightly. He was 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.