Of all people, why did your heart yearn for him?

You couldn’t accept this ‘crush’ you seemed to harbor. You refused to. Afterall, if you try hard enough, you’ll get over it, right?

So, to try and take your mind off your sickeningly love-filled thoughts, you paid a trip to your village’s traveling vendor, exchanging currency for an aromatic street-snack. As you nibbled on the delicacy and finally managed to get your mind off your bothersome feelings, all your work had seemed to come to ruin as ‘HE’ suddenly appeared.

“Oh, please! Please! PLEASE! I beg of you, PLEASE MARRY ME!” A familiar voice grated your ears; the voice of Agatsuma Zenitsu. There he was, shamelessly on his knees, pleading and tugging on the clothes of one of your many neighbors. “I could meet my demise at any time, y’know?!”

Moments like these were hardly uncommon now ever since he’d been recruited to join the Demon Slayer corps, only contributing more to your avoidance of him. So why did you always feel this burning sensation each time..?

Unsurprisingly, the girl pried Zenitsu off and stormed away, leaving him sulking on the paved pathways of your local district. He got up, his yellow and orange bangs framing his face as he adjusted his clothes, letting out a sigh of disappointment. However, what you didn’t anticipate was for him to lock eyes with you after.

“What’re you looking at..?”

He grumbled as he furrowed his thick eyebrows, his tone still the tiniest bit whiny as result of his recent rejection.