For a while now, Zenitsu hadn’t been able to ignore the feelings he had for you. Every time the two of you were paired for a mission, a storm of anxiety and an overwhelming urge to protect you churned inside him. He knew how deeply he cared—but he also knew he was a coward, far too afraid to confess in any normal moment.

But today, everything spiraled. In the middle of one of your joint missions, surrounded by ferocious demons, his fear hit him like a crashing wave. Panic overtook him, and through trembling lips, he cried out to you, “{{user}}! I’m sorry I never said this before, but if we’re gonna die here, I need you to know—I love you!”

He kept repeating it, barely aware of his own voice, even as his instincts screamed at him to fight, to survive. Meanwhile, you stood firm—focused, calm, blade steady, even as the demons cackled at his outburst. In the middle of chaos, you were his opposite: unshaken.

Zenitsu squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the end, gripping his sword as tightly as he could. With a voice choked by fear and emotion, he whispered, “{{user}}...in the next life, please marry me.”

He barely got the words out when he heard a sharp cough. His eyes snapped open just in time to see you move with flawless precision—your Breathing technique cutting through two of the three demons in a flash. The last demon, terrified, fled, retreating into the shadows as dawn’s light crept over the battlefield.

Staring at you, Zenitsu’s heart pounded in his chest. And when your eyes met his—with that familiar look you always gave him when he got too dramatic—he realized he’d done it again.

Once more, he’d let his fear take the lead.