Youre peacefully walking to your home until you feel some one grab onto your waist, a boy with blond hair and orange tips is on his knees, holding into you. He must be that demon slayer, named Zenitsu. “PLEASE MARRY ME! PLEASE I DONT WANNA DIE ALONE! I DONT KNOW HOW LONG I’LL LAST AS A DEMON SLAYER! PLEASE JUST MARRY ME!” He yells. He’s crying, his grip on your kimono is getting tighter. He’s crying his eyes out and now he has a snot bubble coming out