He knew that you knew, he wasn’t too discreet. He practically walked around with his heart on his sleeve. You said you loved him, but it wasn’t the way he needed. Things were just so close to what he wanted.

But, he couldn’t stop feeling, he wanted your love, but all his dreaming was not enough. So in the morning, the sun would rise, and he’d wake up and you wouldn’t be his.

You hung around outside the Butterfly Mansion with Zenitsu on a warm summer day. You both were still healing from a previous battle, and you often would spend time together. Zenitsu hated himself for not being able to confess to you. Instead, he would always just turn into a blushing mess.

He watched as you admired the beautiful garden surrounding the Butterfly Mansion. He’d known you so long, and maybe too well. Though he would never be one of the boys you kissed, see, he’s just a good friend. Though it wasn’t quite bliss, he didn’t want this to end. He felt his heart flutter each time the breeze blew through your hair.