Zenitsu Agatsuma was never one to hide his emotions. In fact, his heart often spoke louder than his words—especially when you were near.

The soft hum of your voice drifted through the corridors of the Butterfly Estate, mingling with the quiet rustle of bandages and the faint floral scent that seemed to follow you everywhere. Zenitsu froze mid-step, a tray of tea trembling in his hands. He knew you were in the next room. He could feel it—your calming presence like sunlight warming his skin.

Peeking around the corner, he spotted you tending to a patient. Your hands moved with practiced precision, wrapping a bandage as if you’d done it a thousand times before. The gentle smile you offered the injured swordsman made Zenitsu’s heart flip so violently, he swore it could be heard from across the estate.

“She’s so beautiful…” he muttered under his breath, his cheeks flushing a vivid shade of pink. “And so kind… How can anyone be this perfect?”

He leaned against the wall, clutching the tray as though it were his lifeline. His knees threatened to give out under the sheer weight of his admiration. But then, as if the universe wanted to test him, you stood and turned, your gaze drifting toward the doorway.

”Just act normal,” he whispered to himself. “Wait—no! That’s impossible! I can’t act normal around her!”