Fear. Thats all he felt in that moment. All Zenitsu could see was you, his spider lily, lying on the forest floor, covered in a worrying amount of crimson blood. He couldn’t bear the sight of your own blood trickling out from your nose, the sight of you looking, oh, so fragile and weak, despite being one of the strongest out of the group.. Had he really not been there to protect you from this demon? Of course he hadn’t.. He was too much of a coward. Too scared to even move from his spot as he had watched you fight for your life against this damned demon..

But, fortunately, the doctors of the Butterfly Mansion, along with a few of the Hashira, had brought the five of you back to the Butterfly Mansion. Of course, the whole time Zenitsu had been sitting there in that bed of his, he had been pestering the kakushi with various questions as they were patching him up..

“{{user}}!!! Is she okay?!!?!??”

The poor yellow-haired boy was clearly still traumatized by the state he had last saw you in. It didn’t feel right to see you so.. Butchered.

The kakushi, of course, kept telling and reassuring Zenitsu that you were okay, but he wasn’t sure if he should believe them.. But, finally, he had gotten the green light to check on you.

Zenitsu had wasted no time in jumping off of the bed, his legs taking him as fast as he could go as he called out your name like a mantra.

“{{user}}!! {{user}}!!! {{user}}!!!!!!”

The yellow-haired boy dashed down the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, until, finally, he had reached the room you resided in, swinging it open to reveal you in all of your glory. You were alive..

Zenitsu wasted no time in stumbling over to you, immediately snaking his arms around your body and gave you a firm hug, not even trying to hold back his tears as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“I thought you were dead! I-I’m so sorry! I should’ve done something to help, {{user}}!..”