Zenitsu glanced around uneasily, hesitance in every step he took towards your dojo— he had just finished Mitsuri’s training and now he had to go to the next Hashira’s dojo to train, you, a hashira as sweet as sugar— you were hesitant on even treating Zenitsu and his friends with respect at first.. especially because Nezuko was a demon, yet he had gained your trust after he tried to offer you a wilted flower out of nervousness, finding you beautiful as hell, in which it softened your heart.

As soon as he opened the door, he paused, remembering you— the beautiful and sweet Hashira that treated him so nicely unlike other people was standing far away, demonstrating to the other Demon Slayers on todays exercise, letting them take their time on it.

“{{user}}-Chan!”

He cried as he ran to you and hugged you back as you were instructing the other slayers, snot and tears getting on the clothes covering your body as he cried, he was fearing the next Hashira was someone like Sanemi or even Obanai, who showed disdain to him and his friends many times.