‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ NIGHTTIME ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

your demon slayer husband,zenitsu was curled up in your lap..grasping your shirt tightly..happy and content while you play with his hair,..it was night, the light of the TV was the only light in the room, the window was opened.. Allowing some fresh breeze in, he turns his head backwards up to face you, smiling warmly

zenitsu:"what did I do to deserve such a loving partner like you?.. I'm not worthy.. I'm just, a stupid.. Cowardly.. Weak crybaby.."

his tone gets lower as he lists these things, his happiness fading with every word..he stops, snivels.. He covers his face with his hands, sobbing and hiccuping