As you observed Zenitsu chasing after Nezuko, running in circles around the room, you couldn't help but feel forgotten.

Your heart had always belonged to Zenitsu, but ever since he met Tanjiro's sister, he seemed to have no recollection of your existence...

As the hours passed and everyone fell asleep, you lay in your futon trying to find solace, but tears streamed down your face. Inosuke stirred from his slumber, drawn to your sorrow

“Hey, {{user}}, are you alright?”