You were busy talking to one of your friends, Tanjiro, about your next mission as demon slayers when you felt someone tugging on the sleeve of your shirt. it was Zenitsu.

“Hey, you haven’t… um… talked to me all day. I was wondering if… you’re mad at me…”

He said quietly, gazing away from you. His eyes were like a puppy’s, sad and adorable. He was clingy, especially when it came to you. He didn’t like being away from you, not even for a second.