ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪𝕪𝕠𝕦𝟚

𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝙷𝙰/𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝙴𝚡𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛. 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚌𝚡𝚌𝚌 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 ～(￣▽￣～)

[ikiracake]

Little KiriBakuDeku ficlet

(I have no idea what happened this ficlet just jumped out of my hands enjoy I guess???)

"I can't believe you gave me your quirk again. Dumbass."

"How was I supposed to know her quirk was a paralytic and not poison?! I thought I was dying, Kacchan!"

"Yeah, and look at how great that worked out for us." Katsuki pointedly glances upward where his arms are chained above his head, immobilized. "Now we're stuck because you don't have your quirk, and if I use it, my broken arm will explode."

"I said I was sorry!" Izuku wails.

"Guys," Eijiro suddenly cuts in. "Could you keep it down a bit? My head is killing me. I think I have a concussion."

"Oops, sorry Kirishima-kun!" Izuku whispers.

"Shit. Yeah, sorry."

The three fall silent for a moment while they contemplate their situation. Bound side by side in an abandoned warehouse, still feeling the after-effects of the villain's quirk, it isn't looking all that great, especially since Izuku is effectively quirkless at the moment and Katsuki is too banged up from the fight to use OFA without causing some serious damage to his own body. If only there was some way for him to transfer it back to Izuku… but they’re too far apart, with Eijiro hanging in between them as a further barrier

But then, as Izuku eyes the distance between them, his gaze catches momentarily on Eijiro's bare chest and the well-defined muscles on display. Absently he muses that it’s too bad that he hadn't passed on his quirk to Eijiro instead; though Kacchan will always be his first choice, if he'd given OFA to Eijiro then he would have easily been able to handle the raw power, and would have broken them out by now.

As the thought passes through his mind, an idea follows. It's absolutely crazy, but as far as Izuku's concerned, crazy might be just what they need right now.

"Hey, Kacchan. I have an idea to get us out of here," he murmurs lowly to both keep their kidnappers from overhearing and to avoid making Eijiro's headache worse

Katsuki had been dozing off a bit, clearly more out of it than he'd care to admit, but he perks up at the sound of Izuku's voice. "Oh? What the hell is it, then?"

Eijiro is paying attention too, watching Izuku quietly. He has an odd expression on his face, like he somehow knows that whatever Izuku's plan is, he's not going to like it.

Giving him an apologetic look, Izuku lays out his plan. "You need to give me back OFA."

"Gee, no shit," Katsuki scoffs. "How the fuck am I supposed to do that from over here, dipshit?"

"You're going to give it to Kirishima-kun first," Izuku continues, his breathing shaky. "And then he's going to give it to me."

The others still for a moment, considering Izuku's crazy plan.

"A-are you sure about that, Midoriya?" Eijiro asks. He glances between the two of them. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I want to get out of here too, but to...to hold your quirk seems...kinda...intimate?"

"I don't think we have much of a choice," Izuku admits with a grimace. "Besides. I trust you, Kirishima-kun."

"I feel like if we're going to do this, you should probably call me Eijiro."

Izuku can't help but give him a tight smile. "Only if you call me Izuku, then."

Eijiro grins. "Deal."

"I'm going to call you both braindead," Katsuki interrupts. "Because how the fuck am I supposed to even pass him OFA in the first place? I can't exactly rip a chunk of my hair out and shove it in his mouth like you did, weirdo."

Don't blush, don't blush, Izuku tells himself, but it's no use. He can feel his face burning hotter than one of Kacchan's explosions. "Well," he starts off haltingly. "We just need to exchange DNA. And, um. There's lots of DNA in...saliva."

Katsuki gives him a blank look. "You want me to spit in Shitty Hair's mouth?"

“N-no! That's not what I meant!" Izuku quickly denies, shaking his head wildly. "I just mean, we're close enough together, you could probably...kiss?"

The stunned disbelief is practically palpable in the air.

"You want us...to…kiss," Katsuki says slowly.

"I mean, it would work," Izuku defends weakly, wishing he could bury his face in his hands. "You just have to do it with intent."

"With intent, he says," Katsuki repeats, sounding dazed. "Oh my fucking god."

"It's okay, bro. I don't mind," Eijiro suddenly speaks up, his cheeks as red as his hair. "If it's just to, uh, just to escape, it's fine, right?"

Katsuki's expression shifts from dazed to alarmed to his default - angry - within the span of seconds, before settling on resigned. "Fuck. Okay, yeah, fuck, if it gets us out of here before that crazy bitch comes back. Fuck it."

"Okay, cool," Eijiro grins through his nerves.

"Fuck," Katsuki repeats. "Okay, fuck, let's do this." And then he leans over as far as he can in his restraints, Eijiro meeting him halfway, their eyes instinctively sliding shut as their lips meet. 

Izuku thought it might be awkward, watching his two friends essentially make out while he's helpless to do anything but hang there, but as he stares at the pair, catching the tiniest glimpse of Kacchan's tongue slipping into Eijiro's mouth, he can't help but feel kind of warm and a little bit...hungry.

Katsuki and Eijiro's kiss starts off kind of awkward, but the moment Katsuki licks his way tentatively into Eijiro's mouth, it heats up, Eijiro's lips parting with a moan and his own tongue pushing up to stroke the intruder. It startles a gasp out of Katsuki, and Eijiro can't help but take advantage, taking control of the kiss. He nips lightly at Katsuki's lips, clearly enjoying the way it makes Katsuki's breathing shudder, and he can't help the tiny groan that escapes him when he feels Katsuki shyly bite him back.

The pair have become all but lost in each other when suddenly Izuku shifts, making his chains rattle, and all at once Katsuki and Eijiro are brought back to reality. They break apart with a gasp, and just take a moment to try to get their breathing under control.

Izuku is almost afraid to speak and break the spell of...whatever just happened, but he figures this is important. So he steels himself, and asks, "So did it work?"

Eijiro startles as if he'd forgotten Izuku was there, his entire torso flushed and heaving. "I - hah - I don't know. How can I tell?"

Izuku isn't really sure, to be honest, but he's saved from answering by Katsuki, who replies instead.

"It’s gone," he pants. "I don't have it anymore, I just checked."

Izuku can't help but brighten. "My idea worked, then?"

"Not yet," Katsuki shakes his head. "Shitty Hair still has to pass it back to you."

"Oh. Oh yeah." Izuku feels that warmth that had been burning in his chest while he watched Eijiro and Katsuki kissing turn into a bonfire as he realizes that means it's his turn. He tries to look at Eijiro out of the corner of his eye without making it obvious, but he catches Eijiro looking at him anyway.

"Right. Uh, let's just. Do it then?" Eijiro says slowly. "I-if you're ready, that is."

"I am!" Izuku lies. "Totally ready!"

"Just remember, Shitty Hair," Katsuki pipes up, watching the two of them with an odd expression. "It's all about fucking intent. You have to fucking mean it." He pauses, and then flushes when he realizes how that sounded, and quickly adds, "When you give the quirk back!"

"R-right!" Eijiro stutters. "Got it!" He then turns back to face Izuku. "You ready Mi-Izuku?"

"Yep!" Izuku squeaks out.

"Okay," Eijiro breathes, and then he's leaning in again, this time towards Izuku. For a second Izuku is too scared to move, just watching Eijiro's face come closer and closer, his eyes half-lidded, and then he catches sight of Katsuki watching him over Eijiro's shoulder and the jolt of pure want in his stomach spurs him into action. He doesn't so much kiss Eijiro as crash into him, eyes screwed shut.

Eijiro, to his credit, only lets out a little grunt of surprise, before he's moving back to soften the kiss. After his initial panic, Izuku's nerves make him pause, giving Eijiro a chance to take over, parting his lips slowly to give Izuku a chance to get used to the feeling of kissing another person. Still, Izuku can't help but squeak again when he feels Eijiro's warm, wet tongue sliding against his lips, trying to lick his way inside. After only a small moment of hesitation, Izuku allows his lips to part, and Eijiro's tongue slips in.

It feels weird. It feels amazing. Izuku is pretty sure he's about to spontaneously combust if he gets any hotter, but at the same time he'd rather die than let this moment end.

Izuku almost doesn't even register the moment OFA returns to him, too distracted by the way his heart feels like it's going to explode out of his chest every time Eijiro's tongue snakes its way into his mouth or his sharp teeth drag teasingly over Izuku's lips. But then the heat that's been flooding his body, making him burn from the inside out, starts to take on a more familiar electric feeling. Before he even knows what's happening, Izuku has unconsciously activated Full Cowl, snapping his restraints like they're cheap elastic bands so that he can reach up and wrap his arms fully around Eijiro's shoulders, hanging on for dear life. 

"Oi!" Katsuki's shout cuts through Izuku's lust-filled haze. "Cut it out, fucker, you're free! Get us out too!"

Izuku pulls away from Eijiro with a gasp, eyes wide, chest heaving for breath. "Right! Shit, right, yes, right away, Kacchan!" He reaches up and pulls Eijiro's chains apart with minimal effort, completely unable to meet his eyes the whole time.

When he goes to free Katsuki, he can't help but duck his head in shame at the absolutely murderous expression on Katsuki's face. "S-sorry Kacchan. But hey, at least my plan worked?"

Katsuki doesn't say anything as Izuku makes quick work of his bonds, which only makes Izuku feel worse.

But then, the moment Katsuki is completely free, he grabs Izuku's collar with his good arm, spins them around to pin Izuku up against the wall, and then suddenly Izuku finds himself getting his brains kissed out for the second time in as many minutes.

And god, it's just as good as the first time. Katsuki is aggressive and firm, but not cruel, and his kiss leaves Izuku weak in the knees.

When Katsuki pulls away, Izuku almost whines in frustration. God, he wants to kiss Katsuki all day.

"When this is over, " Katsuki says lowly, glaring both of them down. "We are going to all have a fucking talk."

Izuku and Eijiro share a look, but rather than being intimidated, Izuku can tell they're both intrigued. He carefully shifts, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his pants, while Eijiro and Katsuki do the same.

"...my room?" Izuku suggests.

"No fucking way are we having this conversation in your goddamned All Might shrine," Katsuki immediately responds. "We'll do it in my room."

"...'it'?" Eijiro asks.

Izuku will never say it out loud for fear of death, but he thinks Katsuki's flustered expression is the cutest damn thing. "T-talk! The talk!" he clarifies. "Jesus."

"Okay," Izuku agrees, finally feeling his breathing get under control. "I'd like that."

"Same, bro."

"Alright." Katsuki's eyes slide shut as he tries to calm his racing heart. "Alright. Then let's get out of here so we can fucking...talk."

"Right!"

"Let's do this, Kacchan!"

And the three of them take off together to face their challenges together

[ikiracake]

Little KiriBakuDeku ficlet

(I have no idea what happened this ficlet just jumped out of my hands enjoy I guess???)

"I can't believe you gave me your quirk again. Dumbass."

"How was I supposed to know her quirk was a paralytic and not poison?! I thought I was dying, Kacchan!"

"Yeah, and look at how great that worked out for us." Katsuki pointedly glances upward where his arms are chained above his head, immobilized. "Now we're stuck because you don't have your quirk, and if I use it, my broken arm will explode."

"I said I was sorry!" Izuku wails.

"Guys," Eijiro suddenly cuts in. "Could you keep it down a bit? My head is killing me. I think I have a concussion."

"Oops, sorry Kirishima-kun!" Izuku whispers.

"Shit. Yeah, sorry."

The three fall silent for a moment while they contemplate their situation. Bound side by side in an abandoned warehouse, still feeling the after-effects of the villain's quirk, it isn't looking all that great, especially since Izuku is effectively quirkless at the moment and Katsuki is too banged up from the fight to use OFA without causing some serious damage to his own body. If only there was some way for him to transfer it back to Izuku… but they’re too far apart, with Eijiro hanging in between them as a further barrier

But then, as Izuku eyes the distance between them, his gaze catches momentarily on Eijiro's bare chest and the well-defined muscles on display. Absently he muses that it’s too bad that he hadn't passed on his quirk to Eijiro instead; though Kacchan will always be his first choice, if he'd given OFA to Eijiro then he would have easily been able to handle the raw power, and would have broken them out by now.

As the thought passes through his mind, an idea follows. It's absolutely crazy, but as far as Izuku's concerned, crazy might be just what they need right now.

"Hey, Kacchan. I have an idea to get us out of here," he murmurs lowly to both keep their kidnappers from overhearing and to avoid making Eijiro's headache worse

Katsuki had been dozing off a bit, clearly more out of it than he'd care to admit, but he perks up at the sound of Izuku's voice. "Oh? What the hell is it, then?"

Eijiro is paying attention too, watching Izuku quietly. He has an odd expression on his face, like he somehow knows that whatever Izuku's plan is, he's not going to like it.

Giving him an apologetic look, Izuku lays out his plan. "You need to give me back OFA."

"Gee, no shit," Katsuki scoffs. "How the fuck am I supposed to do that from over here, dipshit?"

"You're going to give it to Kirishima-kun first," Izuku continues, his breathing shaky. "And then he's going to give it to me."

The others still for a moment, considering Izuku's crazy plan.

"A-are you sure about that, Midoriya?" Eijiro asks. He glances between the two of them. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I want to get out of here too, but to...to hold your quirk seems...kinda...intimate?"

"I don't think we have much of a choice," Izuku admits with a grimace. "Besides. I trust you, Kirishima-kun."

"I feel like if we're going to do this, you should probably call me Eijiro."

Izuku can't help but give him a tight smile. "Only if you call me Izuku, then."

Eijiro grins. "Deal."

"I'm going to call you both braindead," Katsuki interrupts. "Because how the fuck am I supposed to even pass him OFA in the first place? I can't exactly rip a chunk of my hair out and shove it in his mouth like you did, weirdo."

Don't blush, don't blush, Izuku tells himself, but it's no use. He can feel his face burning hotter than one of Kacchan's explosions. "Well," he starts off haltingly. "We just need to exchange DNA. And, um. There's lots of DNA in...saliva."

Katsuki gives him a blank look. "You want me to spit in Shitty Hair's mouth?"

“N-no! That's not what I meant!" Izuku quickly denies, shaking his head wildly. "I just mean, we're close enough together, you could probably...kiss?"

The stunned disbelief is practically palpable in the air.

"You want us...to…kiss," Katsuki says slowly.

"I mean, it would work," Izuku defends weakly, wishing he could bury his face in his hands. "You just have to do it with intent."

"With intent, he says," Katsuki repeats, sounding dazed. "Oh my fucking god."

"It's okay, bro. I don't mind," Eijiro suddenly speaks up, his cheeks as red as his hair. "If it's just to, uh, just to escape, it's fine, right?"

Katsuki's expression shifts from dazed to alarmed to his default - angry - within the span of seconds, before settling on resigned. "Fuck. Okay, yeah, fuck, if it gets us out of here before that crazy bitch comes back. Fuck it."

"Okay, cool," Eijiro grins through his nerves.

"Fuck," Katsuki repeats. "Okay, fuck, let's do this." And then he leans over as far as he can in his restraints, Eijiro meeting him halfway, their eyes instinctively sliding shut as their lips meet. 

Izuku thought it might be awkward, watching his two friends essentially make out while he's helpless to do anything but hang there, but as he stares at the pair, catching the tiniest glimpse of Kacchan's tongue slipping into Eijiro's mouth, he can't help but feel kind of warm and a little bit...hungry.

Katsuki and Eijiro's kiss starts off kind of awkward, but the moment Katsuki licks his way tentatively into Eijiro's mouth, it heats up, Eijiro's lips parting with a moan and his own tongue pushing up to stroke the intruder. It startles a gasp out of Katsuki, and Eijiro can't help but take advantage, taking control of the kiss. He nips lightly at Katsuki's lips, clearly enjoying the way it makes Katsuki's breathing shudder, and he can't help the tiny groan that escapes him when he feels Katsuki shyly bite him back.

The pair have become all but lost in each other when suddenly Izuku shifts, making his chains rattle, and all at once Katsuki and Eijiro are brought back to reality. They break apart with a gasp, and just take a moment to try to get their breathing under control.

Izuku is almost afraid to speak and break the spell of...whatever just happened, but he figures this is important. So he steels himself, and asks, "So did it work?"

Eijiro startles as if he'd forgotten Izuku was there, his entire torso flushed and heaving. "I - hah - I don't know. How can I tell?"

Izuku isn't really sure, to be honest, but he's saved from answering by Katsuki, who replies instead.

"It’s gone," he pants. "I don't have it anymore, I just checked."

Izuku can't help but brighten. "My idea worked, then?"

"Not yet," Katsuki shakes his head. "Shitty Hair still has to pass it back to you."

"Oh. Oh yeah." Izuku feels that warmth that had been burning in his chest while he watched Eijiro and Katsuki kissing turn into a bonfire as he realizes that means it's his turn. He tries to look at Eijiro out of the corner of his eye without making it obvious, but he catches Eijiro looking at him anyway.

"Right. Uh, let's just. Do it then?" Eijiro says slowly. "I-if you're ready, that is."

"I am!" Izuku lies. "Totally ready!"

"Just remember, Shitty Hair," Katsuki pipes up, watching the two of them with an odd expression. "It's all about fucking intent. You have to fucking mean it." He pauses, and then flushes when he realizes how that sounded, and quickly adds, "When you give the quirk back!"

"R-right!" Eijiro stutters. "Got it!" He then turns back to face Izuku. "You ready Mi-Izuku?"

"Yep!" Izuku squeaks out.

"Okay," Eijiro breathes, and then he's leaning in again, this time towards Izuku. For a second Izuku is too scared to move, just watching Eijiro's face come closer and closer, his eyes half-lidded, and then he catches sight of Katsuki watching him over Eijiro's shoulder and the jolt of pure want in his stomach spurs him into action. He doesn't so much kiss Eijiro as crash into him, eyes screwed shut.

Eijiro, to his credit, only lets out a little grunt of surprise, before he's moving back to soften the kiss. After his initial panic, Izuku's nerves make him pause, giving Eijiro a chance to take over, parting his lips slowly to give Izuku a chance to get used to the feeling of kissing another person. Still, Izuku can't help but squeak again when he feels Eijiro's warm, wet tongue sliding against his lips, trying to lick his way inside. After only a small moment of hesitation, Izuku allows his lips to part, and Eijiro's tongue slips in.

It feels weird. It feels amazing. Izuku is pretty sure he's about to spontaneously combust if he gets any hotter, but at the same time he'd rather die than let this moment end.

Izuku almost doesn't even register the moment OFA returns to him, too distracted by the way his heart feels like it's going to explode out of his chest every time Eijiro's tongue snakes its way into his mouth or his sharp teeth drag teasingly over Izuku's lips. But then the heat that's been flooding his body, making him burn from the inside out, starts to take on a more familiar electric feeling. Before he even knows what's happening, Izuku has unconsciously activated Full Cowl, snapping his restraints like they're cheap elastic bands so that he can reach up and wrap his arms fully around Eijiro's shoulders, hanging on for dear life. 

"Oi!" Katsuki's shout cuts through Izuku's lust-filled haze. "Cut it out, fucker, you're free! Get us out too!"

Izuku pulls away from Eijiro with a gasp, eyes wide, chest heaving for breath. "Right! Shit, right, yes, right away, Kacchan!" He reaches up and pulls Eijiro's chains apart with minimal effort, completely unable to meet his eyes the whole time.

When he goes to free Katsuki, he can't help but duck his head in shame at the absolutely murderous expression on Katsuki's face. "S-sorry Kacchan. But hey, at least my plan worked?"

Katsuki doesn't say anything as Izuku makes quick work of his bonds, which only makes Izuku feel worse.

But then, the moment Katsuki is completely free, he grabs Izuku's collar with his good arm, spins them around to pin Izuku up against the wall, and then suddenly Izuku finds himself getting his brains kissed out for the second time in as many minutes.

And god, it's just as good as the first time. Katsuki is aggressive and firm, but not cruel, and his kiss leaves Izuku weak in the knees.

When Katsuki pulls away, Izuku almost whines in frustration. God, he wants to kiss Katsuki all day.

"When this is over, " Katsuki says lowly, glaring both of them down. "We are going to all have a fucking talk."

Izuku and Eijiro share a look, but rather than being intimidated, Izuku can tell they're both intrigued. He carefully shifts, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his pants, while Eijiro and Katsuki do the same.

"...my room?" Izuku suggests.

"No fucking way are we having this conversation in your goddamned All Might shrine," Katsuki immediately responds. "We'll do it in my room."

"...'it'?" Eijiro asks.

Izuku will never say it out loud for fear of death, but he thinks Katsuki's flustered expression is the cutest damn thing. "T-talk! The talk!" he clarifies. "Jesus."

"Okay," Izuku agrees, finally feeling his breathing get under control. "I'd like that."

"Same, bro."

"Alright." Katsuki's eyes slide shut as he tries to calm his racing heart. "Alright. Then let's get out of here so we can fucking...talk."

"Right!"

"Let's do this, Kacchan!"

And the three of them take off together to face their challenges together

[boghermit]

Vampires when they sip on your blood and catch extra strength Tylenol, at least two psychiatric meds, two cups of coffee, weed, and microplastics 

[yoquene]

❑┊Zenitsu ⸙͎⇣！

⌦ like or reblog if you save ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ ˖ ₊ ⊹↷ screencaps by @animexcaps

[technicallity]

sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

[jadefyre]

reblog if it’s okay to say “bitch me too” to you if you’re mutuals

[weeb-nectarina]

This is my way of dealing with grief

[vesperboe]

Me, desperately tries to find Zenitsu smut fics:

Also me, finding literally nothing because everyone doesn’t like him:

[crumbrulee]

Sometimes I get sad abt my boy and churn out messy art instead of doing my schoolwork

[smol-ackerman]

ZENITSU BEING HIS USUAL CHAOTIC SELF...

[jiveyuncle]

I have always been a die-hard Zutara shipper, but someone recommended THIS short fic last week, and now I’ve been on a Zukka binge ever since 😭 Doodled up my favorite scene from mindbending ‘s fic, “A Predictable Story” on AO3 in appreciation for being a great first Zukka experience 💕

[gumicons]

-Zenitsu icons

-like or reblog if you save-

[kiwiaok]

inspiration truly works in the weirdest ways, bc a month ago I watched some poor quality porn and now I’m writing a kiribakudeku, hurt/comfort, smutty 90s fic out of it and I fucking love it

[prettyyou21]

Day 7: Free day

   

    (Tanjiro’s POV) 

    “No!” Zenitsu screamed, kicking out at me. I jumped back from my littles feet,arms going up in front of me to block it. 

    “Zenitsu please. You need to eat.” I pleaded, he hasn’t eaten all day! I just want him to try and eat something. But he’s being really difficult right now. 

    Zenitsu had a meltdown, and I don’t mean one of the loud, fake ones. I mean the quiet crying and sobbing. I didn’t know about it until a few hours ago, when Zenitsu texted me, in little space, asking for “Daddy com hear!” I went over to Zenitsu’s apartment, and for the first thirty minutes it was fine, I noticed the house was a mess (Some places extremely clean, like the kitchen from under use) But I figured it was nothing and it wasn’t until I caught whiff of the sadness seeping from Zenitsu that I realized that had happened. I’ve been struggling with Zenitsu for the past few hours now, He’s really fighting me on everything right now. I get that he’s sad but I don’t understand why that makes him so angry at me. Normally when he throws tantrums I sit him in a room and let him go apeshit but now when I leave he starts crying harder. He also doesn’t want to do anything but keeps telling me he’s bored. 

    An hour ago, he started dry heaving. I don’t why, but I Know we had been sitting in silence while Zenitsu sulked and he just started to dry heave. I got him over the toilet and nothing but stomach acid came out so I figured I’d give him medicine and feed him, then go from there. The fight to get the medicine in him was bad enough (I mixed it into his bottle of juice, he did not want the juice.) And now he’s being difficult with eating the curry I made for him. 

    “I no wanna!” Zenitsu screamed, kicking out at me again, I had moved back in to keep trying to feed him. “I’ gon mak yuck again!” He exclaimed, I sighed, frowning at the little as he kept screaming and complaining, kicking and throwing his arms around. I hate seeing him like this but I can’t do much for now. I sat next to him, moving away when kicked at or attacked. Zenitsu was very strong and he couldn’t control his strength while little. I waited for him to calm down, eventually he did wear himself out, throwing himself onto the floor and curling up after almost 30 minutes of attacking me. I put his curry in the microwave, heating it up and making him another bottle of (No drug filled) Juice. I walked out, juice in one hand and bowel in the other, sometimes persistence is key, and kneeled next to him. 

    “I promise you won’t throw up, lightning bolt.” I assured, Zenitsu looked up from behind his bangs, sniffing softly. “But I need you to eat, you’ll feel better a in an hour if you do.” I continued. “I’ll let you have a cookie after.” I added, seeing he still looked suspicious, Zenitsu frowned, still not happy with that. 

    “Chicken nuggets.” He declared, I noticed how he eyed the bowel, telling me he was feeling older. He usually doesn’t have the brain capacity to be suspicious before the age of 5. He’s been in a three year old mindset. I nodded and stood, Zenitsu followed me into the kitchen and watched me as I laid out the chicken nuggets. When Zenitsu was growing up, how home life wasn’t the best, a lot of kids liked to.. Sneak drugs into his food. And so, now he’s suspoud of most food, and won’t eat it unless he really trusts you or watches you make it (On bad days, not even then. It’s terrifying when he refuses to eat for days, scared that someone put something in the ingredients even though he lives alone and bought the food himself.) 

    “Here ya go.” I smiled at Zenitsu as I set the chicken nuggets down in front of Zenitsu who had seemed to deem me trustworthy and sat down sometime in the process of me cooking. I felt bad for putting the medicine in his drink earlier now, but I knew he wouldn’t take it otherwise, and he was at least eating now, taking small bites of the chicken nugget as he sat at the dining table. I let him eat, picking up around the flat and when Zenitsu finished he started to help, letting out little yelps at loud noises (The noises were actually very quiet and half the time I couldn’t even hear what scared him) but I just kept cleaning, assuring Zenitsu it was okay as we worked. 

    We finished, or Zenitsu did, I kept cleaning for a while longer as Zenitsu sat in his bedroom, curled up on the bed. When I was actually done I went into the bedroom to grab clothes, I needed to shower anyway. “Tanjiro?” Zenitsu uddered, I looked over and found that he had sat up, he was still in a ball but he was looking at me now. It was the first time he had said my name since texting me a few hours ago. I guess he had a nap, he usually doesn’t slip back in times like these until he’s gotten some sleep. 

    “Yeah Zen?” I replied, turning and looking at him, offering a soft smile. Zenitsu rubbed his eyes. 

    “What are you doing?” He asked, looking up at me, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was teetering on the edge of slipping, in that space between the two, when he can’t quite fall into one or the other. 

    “I’m taking a shower. You want to come with me?” I offered, Zenitsu eyes me, tears welling up in his eyes immediately. “You can wear your swim trunks.” I added, Zenitsu paused before nodding. He stood and I watched him walk to the closet, getting his clothes and swim trunks, we got into the shower after I stripped and he changed, Zenitsu kept a good distance and when we got in the shower he made sure not to touch me, I let him, knowing it was more for him than me. 

    We got out and changed, and Zenitsu looked at me once he was dressed, I gently grabbed the dryer, looking back at him. Zenitsu nodded and sat on the sink contour, silent as I started to dry his hair off. He closed his eyes, scrunching his face up as I dried his hair. When I was done, I unplugged the dryer and put it away, Zenitsu slid off the counter and stood next to me, I turned to him, offering a smile. “Wanna change your bedsheets?” I asked, I could smell they hadn’t been changed in a while. Zenitsu nodded and helped me. I waited till we were done, the two of us sitting on the bed, surrounded by Zenitsu’s stuffies in his unreasonably cold room to ask about what had happened. 

    “I..” Zenitsu sighed. “There were a lot of things, I got an answer wrong, someone didn’t agree with my opinion, I guess I just started to spiral. I- I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner.” Zenitsu said. Looking down at the bed. I couldn’t say that didn’t hurt, Zenitsu’s gotten a lot better at talking to me and showing his true emotions but he still struggles and I understand that but since people usually confide in me, rejection to do so hurts a lot more. 

    “Well, I know now.” I replied, an idea popping up. “If I knew then, what I know now~” I sang, keeping my voice quiet and dipping my head down so I could meet Zenitsu’s eyes. Zenitsu looked up at me and let out a soft giggle, blushing and covering his face. 

    “Tanjirooooooo!” He whined. I smiled and started to run my hands through his hair gently, Zenitsu tensed for a second before leaning into the touch. He didn’t seem ready for cuddles or anything but he seemed fine with pets. And his mood could switch on the flip of a coin so it was likely he would jump out of it soon.

    “So, what's with little space?” I asked, though I already had an idea of why he slipped. 

    “I wanted to feel better, it usually helps me sort stuff out but uh, it kinda blew up in my face…” He admitted, looking away. I smiled softly. 

    “It’s okay. Do you think it helped even a little?” I asked gently. He paused. 

    “Yeah, I feel more relaxed… taken care of.” He said. “I also ate.” He added, I smiled at him. 

    “See? It did help. It’s not useless.” I assured. Zenitsu smiled softly, leaning into my hand more before looking over at me, I watched him psych himself up before falling against my side. I hummed and happily pulled him closer, ruffling his hair. Zenitsu whined. 

    “I just brushed it.” He complained, I could still smell that he was sad, anouis, I knew that would linger for the next few days, but for now, I was holding him and he seemed to feel better than he did when I got here. 

I counted it as a win.

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Day 6: Northern Lights 

    (Tanjiro’s POV)

    “Tanjiro, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Zenitsu warned, I smiled as I led him to where the lift would pick us up, so we could go to the top of the intermediate mountain. 

    Zenitsu and I were currently away on our honeymoon. We were going to Canada for five days, then going to Hawaii for 5 days. We didn’t want to get away for too long, we both had jobs to worry about so it’s not like we could go away for a month or anything. I was still happy with this though. Zenisu and I are on our fourth day in Canada, we’re going to be here tonight, tomorrow and then we leave early in the morning for a flight. At the moment we were staying at a ski resort. We’ve been skiing for the past few days now, we ski during the day and then during the night we go to restaurants or have the equivalent of marathon sex at our hotel. It’s nice, and tonight we’re going to see the northern lights. 

    But that’s tonight, for now we’re going skiing. 

    “I think we’ll be fine.” I replied, grabbing Zenitsu's arm so he wouldn’t run away or fall as the gondola swooped us up, starting to carry us up the mountain. We’ve been doing this for three days now and Zenitsu is still scared of this thing. I find it funny, annoying and cute all at once. We’ve been on the smaller hills for a while now and Zenitsu and I are both getting very good at going down the smalle hills. So I wanted to try something bigger today. I figured it could be fun. Zenitsu seemed to have some very different ideas though. 

“No you don’t get it! Would you take a toddler down this hill?” Zenitsu whined, frowning over at me. I noticed how he fidgeted with our wedding ring though the glove and I couldn't help but blush, mimicking him on instinct. 

“I would take an eight year old.” I replied, smirking. Zenitsu had a system. If you wouldn’t take a toddler, don’t take him. It works, he’s as loud as a toddler and can act like one. He underestimates himself and it can lead to some pretty bad things. We’re still working on our self esteem. 

“That’s too old!” He exclaimed, immediately freaking out at the idea. I couldn’t help but laugh softly, Zenitsu hasn’t changed a bit since high school. I smiled and gently rubbed Zenitu’s back with one hand. The other hand gently started to massage Zenitsu’s pulse point in order to help calm him. Zenitsu was calm by the time we reached  the top of the hill. I jumped off a little early, waddling fast enough so I could catch Zenitsu before he went down the wrong side. Zenitsu still isn’t the best at getting off the gondolas, and next to the intermediate hill was a steep, master’s hill. I’m sure Zenitsu could make it but it’s more to protect his mental health than physical. 

    “I don’t want to do this.” Zenitsu said, looking over the edge of the mountion, looking fucking petrified as he stared over the edge of the mountain. I knew Zenitsu, I married him. He doesn’t need comfort right now, he needs a push. I’m going to be that push because if there’s something Zenitsu hates more than being scared it’s being left behind. I knew he would follow me as I waddled to the edge of the mountain. Zenitsu was still letting out little scared noises and a part of me felt bad about it but I knew Zenitsu needed me to push him. He always needs someone to push him and sure enough as I let myself start picking up speed, Zenitsu was right with me. 

Here is the fun part. Zenitsu is always scared when he starts, he’s crying and arguing and whining but before long, he gets into it, he likes it, and then he shines. It’s never for long, always like a bolt of lighting, so bright, and amazing for a few mere seconds, or minutes, and he smiles and laughs as he does whatever he’s doing, perfectly in his element and perfectly him.

Right now was one of those times, he was shaky at first and then he got excited. I watched as the tears and frowns, the face once twisted in fear, melt into excitement and happiness as he went down, I sped up with him, Zenitsu laughing. We went around trees and when a ramp came up I watched Zenitsu go off it, I followed. We both landed, almost falling but staying up. Zenitsu beamed at me and I almost fell over because of how blinding it felt. I managed to force out a smile back though, watching the light shine in Zenitsu’s eyes as we flew down the hill. 

Then there was another ramp and Zenitsu fucking fell. 

We had gotten to the bottom but there was another ramp and Zenitsu had been looking at me so he went flying. I froze and watched helplessly as Zenitsu went flying and landed right in a huge pile of snow. I skidded to a stop next to it, several other’s coming over to check and I couldn’t see him, was that his ski? Did he get hurt, was this actually a bad idea?

“Fuck!” Was exclaimed, as a blob of yellow hair suddenly popped out the top of the snow pile. “I’m never skiing with you again, you made me fall!” He accused. I felt relief wash over me because he was fine. Zenitsu never complains when he’s actually hurt, he thinks it's a weakness. I don’t know what it is but actually being hurt’s make’s him shut down. The fact that he raised his voice show’s that; yes he is okay. “Help me!” Zenitsu whined. I laughed and pulled him out, we both tumbld in the snow. “Don’t laugh!”

    “But it’s funny! You did a whole flip in the air!” I insisted, the two of us now lying in the snow on our backs, looking up at the sky. Zenitsu gasped. 

    “I’m not funny! I could’ve been hurt!” He argued, grabbing a clump of snow, he slung his arm around and landed it right on my face, I jumped up and quickly shoved it off. 

    “I’ll show you hurt.” I replied, quickly scooping up some snow of my own, Zenitsu kicked off the ski’s immediately and broke into a run, screaming loudly as I chased him. I ignored all the looks we got and almost chased him back up the mountain. 

   

    “Those are very pretty.” Zenitsu marvaled, head tilted to the sky. I smiled at the amazed look on his face. We were looking at the northern lights, we found someone who had a small cafe close by and got hot chocolate before driving out and settling in the snow. The car was still cooling down a few feet away as me and Zenitsu stood under the stars, sipping our hot chocolate. Zenitsu’s finger tips were red from the cold. I had offered to give him some gloves, Zenitsu said he wanted to have fingers, I offered to get him not mittens and he said he didn’t want fat fingers, we settled on fingerless gloves, Zenitsu seems happy with it. Though I do have to say, not having fingers is very annoying. 

    “They are.” I agreed, turning my head to look up at the sky again. I smiled wider as I saw all the light’s. This was worth it. Zenitsu sighed softly, shoulders slumping. I couldn’t help but find the moment of peace nice. Zenitsu is always loud, it’s nice that he’s being quiet, it means he’s content. 

    “Thanks for agreeing to this.” Zenitsu said, still looking up at the sky, I gave him a confused look because this was my idea and Zenitsu must’ve heard it before he quickly corrected himself. “Thanks for making me agree to this! I-I don’t like the cold, or going outside period. I’m happy you decided to talk me into it, I’m happy you’ve decided to talk me into everything. I know I already said it in my vows I rambled about it but you’ve done so much-” I cut Zenitsu off with a kiss, my face now red from more than the cold. 

    Zenitsu did say all of that in the wedding vows, he started to cry while he was at it too. Nezuko kept him from having a breakdown but he was shaky for a good 30 minutes afterwards. I was just happy everyone there was used to Zenitsu’s breakdowns. Zenitsu’s face was red from the kiss, or the cold, I don’t know which. But it was red and Zenitsu was looking away bashfully with a soft smile and I thought the flush to his face completed it. 

    “I was going to sing.” Zenitsu admitted, chuckling nervously as he shifted back so that we weren’t about to kiss again. “But I dunno if I want to now. It’s nice just like this.” Zenitsu said, looking around. “There’s a herd of deer that way.” He mumbled after, more to himself than anything as he shuffled closer to me. Zenjitsu really doesn’t like the outdoors. 

    “Whatever you want to do.” I mumbled, wrapping an arm around Zenitsu and listening to his happy hum of content. 

The light’s were beautiful out tonight. 

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Day 5: Ice Skating

    (Zenitsu’s POV) 

    This is just unfair. Really it is. I’ve told Tanjieo countless times that I don’t want to go ice skating and he won’t listen to me! I can’t ice skate! I can sing! I can dance! But I can’t skate or even run really. 

    But, it was Tanjiro’s turn to pick a date and because it was getting to be christmas he wanted to do a christmas themed date. The best thing we could think of was ice skating. So after making sure Tanjiro understood my dislike of the idea I agreed to go ice skating with him. And that's how we got here. 

    “Tanjiro I’m gonna die.” I said, hands gripping Tanjiro’s arm tightly in fear of falling over. I was wearing my skates. Tanjiro was also wearing skates but was somehow perfectly stable in them. Even with my dumb ass grabbing onto him for dear life. 

    “You’ll be fine Zenitsu.” Tanjiro laughed softly, grabbing my forearms to keep me upright. I frowned as I looked up at him, flushing when I saw his face, red from the cold that surrounded the rink and eyes still caring as always. “Once we get in the rink it’ll be easier!” He insisted, starting to lead me over to the rink. 

    “No! The rink is covered in ice! I’m gonna fall Tanjiro please!” I begged, but had no choice but to follow him unless I wanted to risk falling. (I could’ve leaned on a wall, but I also really didn’t want Tanjiro to leave me alone. And I knew Tanjiro would be sad if I stayed behind since this was supposed to be a date.) 

    “I’ll help you! I’ve done this before.” Tanjiro replied, but I saw his face twist in that way it always does when he lies and I knew I was definitely going to die. 

    “No you haven't! You’re lying!” I cried, tears actually spilling over. I couldn’t get him to stop though, stuck following him to the rink. Now we were at the entrance of the rink. 

    “I have! I mean, not on ice but I have skated!” He said. I felt a sob bubble up and had to hold it back, though I couldn’t stop the strangled cry that left as we got onto the ice, my feet immediately slipping. Tanjiro seemed to be trying to get the ropes himself, in turn having let go of me, but he was still standing in one place. I on the other hand was slowly sliding to the middle of the rink, tears making it hard to see. 

    “Tanjiro!” I cried, ignoring how many people looked over at me. The rink was relatively full and while that meant I wasn’t the only one who was struggling it also meant that everyone could hear and see me and that was just embarrassing. Tanjiro didn’t seem to care, head popping up and looking over at me. 

    “Oh! Zenitsu!” He exclaimed, I felt more tears pour down my face as I slowed to a stop, totally frozen. What do I do now? I’ve stopped and I’m standing but I can’t move. I heard the scraping of metal against ice all around me and it felt like it was grinding into my skull. I felt tears roll down faster, this was to much, I didn’t want to come I don’t want to be here- 

    “Hey, calm down.” Tanjiro’s calm voice cut through my thoughts, and suddenly there were earmuffs placed over my ears. It didn’t do much to help with the grinding of all the people skating but it did help me calm down some. “I know it’s a lot. But it’s like roller skating!” He exclaimed, smiling at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist causing me to go redder than I already was (Crying and it being cold were not a good mix) 

    “I bike! Not skate!” I replied. Tanjiro chuckled nervously. 

    “Oh, yeah.” He replied with a laugh as he started to move us, pushing off of the ice covered floor and causing us to start moving. “You gotta angle your feet differently.” He said using his own foot to nuge mine into the right spots. “I’ll help you but I think you can be doing this on your own by the time we leave!” 

    “Really?” I asked, turning to look back at him. Tanjiro knew how to play me perfectly. It should never be “I want you to” It’s always “I think you could” Expectations break me while encouragement builds me. 

    “Yeah! You totally could!” Tanjiro kissed my cheek and soon, as Tanjiro thought, we were skating around together. Tanjiro was doing way better than me but I could kinda keep up with him and my falling was kept to a minimum. 

    “Couples on the floor!” Was suddenly exclaimed, then a cheesy romance song started to play, one that I didn’t recognize. People left the dance floor and there were only three couples left, one of them being me and Tanjiro. The other two were straight (From what I could tell) And I felt fear shoot through me. What if they tell us to leave? I didn’t have enough time to panic though as I was grabbed, I looked over to see Tanjiro. 

    “Let’s try it?” He offered. I paused, I barely knew how to turn! He wanted me to dance?! “You’re good at dancing off ice, this should be similar right?” He asked, smiling at me with this dopey smile that I felt my face heat up at. 

    “Okay.” I agreed, because I could never say no to that face. The light’s dimmed and Tanjiro’s eyes had this gleam in them that made my stomach flutter as we started to skate around the rink, careful to avoid the other two couples. One of them was like us, seeming inexperienced, while the other couple seemed like they did this profenisally. I felt myself getting embarrassed and looked down only for Tanjiro to raise my chin up and smile at me. I smiled back nervously. 

    The light’s shone around the room, casting a pretty glow over everything as we skated around the rink. I felt like it was only us for a few minutes, just us skating and laughing with each other. And even though it was only a few minutes and in the grand scheme of things, this was so small. But to me? It was the world. I hoped with all my heart that it was the world to him too. That the small moments like this, that don’t mean much, feel as big as a marriage proposal. 

    The dance ended, as all things do and we left shortly after. We both walked home, shoulders pressed together as we clutched cups of hot chocolate to our chests. Tanjiro walked me home, since it was his turn. And the next day my feet had blisters and Kaiguke made fun of me after seeing me and Tanjiro kiss each other goodbye on the porch and Gramps said he might have to get me more condoms, but in the end-

I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Day 4: Love sick 

    (Zenitsu’s POV) 

    “What’s this one from?” Tanjiro asked, I looked down to see what he was talking about, finding that it was a healed over burn that I had gotten from an iron. An ex gave it to me. 

    Tanjiro and me had woken up this morning and choose sex, to put it simply. We’ve been going at it like rabies all day. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve cum, we only take break’s to eat or get drinks (Sometimes not even then, we have three empty water bottles in our room) I can’t say I’m unhappy with it. It’s been rather nice actually, fucking Tanjiro all day. It’s been a refreshing mix of slow and soft to fast and rough. It’s dark out, probably around 8pm now. I was sitting on Tanjiros dick, I’ve been cock warming him for almost an hour now. 

    The reason for this is that Tanjiro is milking the chance to look at me freely. I don’t like how I look, I think I have too many scares, I collect fat in all the wrong places and I’m overall just.. Not good to look at. I know Tanjiro disagrees but I still feel bad about it. Tanjiro is so pretty all the time. I love looking at his body and I do it contant;y when we have sex or when we’re cudling while half alseep I kiss and touch and feel Tanjiro everywhere I can. I love showing him my love and I do it all the time. I don’t feel like it’s hair to keep him from doing it back but I also feel bad because I know he should be doing it to someone else.    

    But today I feel too raw and open to argue. I feel like he’s already ruined me, there’s nothing else that could make him hate me. If he doesn’t already he’s not going to. So I agreed in a fucked out haze after riding him till we both finished to let him touch and look. We have a lamp next to the couch and that’s been turned on so Tanjiro could see me better. I’ve been lost in thought for the most part, in a sleepy, content haze as Tanjiro’s wandering hands felt and touched all over me, my chest, arms, thighs. Anywhere he could reach. He even touched my back even though I knew he couldn’t see the skin there. I’m pretty sure he still had quite a few scares memorized there. 

   

    The room smells like sex, and we’re both covered in sweat. I had enough mind earlier when leaving the bedroom for lunch, to grab my phone and now music plays in the background as we soaked in each other. Tanjiro was a sight as he sat on the couch under me, eyes lit up as they scanned over my skin, muscled chest and shoulders on full display. I wanted to kiss him, start moving again, but whenever I did he would grab my hips and whisper something like ‘A little longer’ and I never have been able to say no to people who I love. So we were quiet and content until Tanjiro spoke up with that question. 

    “That was from an ex. I was almost 12 and I thought she was the one. I did anything she wanted and I apparently did a bad job cleaning her room while she was ironing our clothes and she burned me. She always burned the same spot.” I explained, running my own fingers over the healed burn scar. I’m surprised it never got badly infected since it was always being reopened “I was too sick to realize she was hurting me.” I finished. 

Tanjiro frowned as he rested his hand over my own. “That’s horrible. I can’t believe you had that happen.” He sighed softly. I hummed softly but then Tanjiro was leaning down as far as he could and pressing a gentle kiss to the spot. I frowned and looked away in embarrassment, face going a bright red. 

“Hey!” I exclaimed. Tanjio smiled up at me, licking over the scare gently. Sometimes, if I focus hard enough, I can still feel the heat, hear the sizzling of my own skin. But at the moment, I didn’t feel any of that, instead I felt Tanjiro’s hands and his warmth as he kissed at my neck and shoulders, probably targeting scares and I let out soft moans in approval. I loved this feeling, the feeling of Tanjiro’s hand’s and mouth and I was suddenly over aware of the dick in my ass, pressing right against my prostate and Tanjiro was moving lower, kissing as far down as he could bend while still seated in me. I whined and tilted my head back as Tanjiro thrusted into me again. 

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“Are you love sick over me?” Tanjiro asked, we were laying in our bed now. We just decided to order pizza and were now cuddling together in bed as we waited for it. We had actually fucked during the phone call so that was fun. I paused hearing the question. 

    “Yeah? I love you.” I replied, turning on my side to look at Tanjiro who shifted to mimic me. I was surprised to find he seemed saddened by my statement. 

    “No but are you love sick?” He asked, sound singing with sadness and worry as he looked at me.”Like the kind where you would stay even if I hurt you?” He asked. I paused, not knowing how to reply to that. I glanced away trying to figure out what the right answer was. 

    “Yeah.” I said, eventually. I don’t honestly know if I could ever leave Tanjiro. This seemed to be the wrong answer, oddly enough, Tanjiro’s sound filling with sadness and worry all over again as he sat up so he was propped up on one of his elbows. 

    “That’s not good! If I hurt you, you need to break up with me!” Tanjiro insisted. “Or-or you need to tell me if I don’t know.” He frowned at me. “I don’t wanna hurt you!” He insisted, so I sat up quickly and cupped Tanjiros cheeks. I felt tears well and fall over at the hurt and worry in Tanjiro’s sound. I've always been a cry baby, it hasn’t changed now. HOnestly I’m kinda surprised that I can even cry anymore with ow much we’ve fucked, and I’ve cried tofay. I mean we’ve been drinking fluids and all but how fast could my body really work to make new… everything. 

    “I’ll tell you if you hurt me.” I started, already making a whole explanation in my head. Tanjiro looked away, hands gripping my wrists. “I will.” I insisted, hearing he didn’t believe me. “I’ll tell you, I know you would never want to. Hey, I mean even if I didn’t you could smell i-”

    “It’s not about that!” Tanjiro said cutting me off. “It’s about you trusting me! If you can’t even tell me when I’m  doing wrong, I could get away with anything around you! I don’t want that to happen because if something happens and I change, then you’ll let me walk all over you! I don’t want that!” Tanjiro rambled. I got what he meant so instead of arguing I just leaned in and kissed him. 

“Fine then. I’m not love sick for you.” 

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Day 3: Sharing Clothes. 

    (Tanjiro’s POV)

    All of my clothes are missing. I don’t know where they’ve been going, I wish I did but I don’t. I’m rather organized, not as organized as Zenitsu, but I know where my thing’s are. So the fact that my clothes seem to be being eaten by the house is concerning. I couldn’t figure out where they were going. 

    Until I did. 

    I was at Zenitsu’s house and I figured there wouldn’t be any harm in taking some of Zenitsu’s clothes for a while. Zenitsu like baggy, or femeine clothes, everything else was only for outside wear and he usually avoided going outside unless he went to school (Zenitsu has an odd hate for nature and people alike) So those were the options. Baggy shirts were nice but I still didn’t fit most of Zenitsu’s pants unless they were sweatpants and I didn’t like sleeping in those when me and Zenitsu cuddled because it got very hot, very quick. So I kept digging and when I opened the last drawer in Zenitsu’s dresser I could see a lot of familiar clothes.

    “Tanjiro!?” I turned to find Zenitsu, he looked mortified seeing me hovering over that drawer. His face paling (Yet still somehow flushed, Zenitsu does this nightly routine that involves a lot of skin care items, it always leaves his face looking shiny and flushed)  I froze and then Zenitsu was running towards me. “What are you doing!?” He yelled running right into me and knocking us both down. “You can’t just go through my things!” He yelled, slamming his hand’s down on my shoulders and pinning me to the ground. He had tears in his eyes and yet he looked very angry. I felt my own anger well up because those were my clothes! I knew what my clothes looked like! 

    “Why do you have my clothes? I need those!” I replied, easily flipping us so Zenitsu was under me. He flushed up, I wish I knew how he didn’t get dizzy from the quickness of it. He looked away and a soft strangled noise left his throat. I noticed it as one of his nervous sounds. It was a hum that had several pitches and cracks in it. I felt guilt wash over me,  I didn't like making him nervous but I also had to know what he did to my clothes and why he had them. I wasn’t “mad” but I felt a little betrayed. He hadn’t told me? Why? We were dating and I wasn’t going to be mad about him taking my clothes as long as he gave them back! 

    “I’m sorry!” Zenitsu yelped, covering his face as tears started to flow. I felt guilt pile on and slowly got off Zenitsu, sitting next to him. I waited for him to calm down some, eyes opening again as he looked around, seeming to be trying to process. I grabbed his hand gently and after that it only took a minute for him to come back to earth. 

    “I didn't mean to scare you like that. I’m sorry.” I apologize, Zenitsu looked over at me and nodded softly, tears still beading at the corner of his eyes, I knew the tears wouldn’t be going away for a while, and the smell of salt felt like it burned my nose. 

    “It’s okay. I shouldn't have taken your stuff.” Zenitsu mumbled, curling up. I frowned and shuffled closer, hugging Zenitsu as he sat curled up. 

    “It’s fine. You can take my clothes but I need them back.” I laughed softly. “I need something to wear.” I added. Zenitsu perked up hearing me, looking at me with red, tear stained cheeks and yellow, intent eyes. 

    “Really?” He asked, sounding amazed at the idea. I nodded and smiled at him. 

    “Yeah. I was only upset because you took them without asking and weren’t giving them back. Just tell me when you take them. And make sure you give old one’s back before you take new one’s okay?” I offered. Zenitsu gave me a nervous smile before nodding. “Also…” I said before he could stand up. Zenitsu froze in place. “Why are you taking my clothes to begin with?” I asked, watching Zenitsu flush and look away. 

    “I just- It smelled like you. And it was always big on me and it made me feel… safe… cuss you make me feel, safe.” He mumbled quietly as he looked away from me, voice getting smaller and smaller. 

    “It’s like I’m always cuddling you.” I said, watching as he squealed and hid his face, blushing a dark red. I took it as a yes and pulled Zenitsu into my arms with a laugh 

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    “I understand that you like my clothes but I think this is a bit much.” I said, staring at Zenitsu. We had moved in together recently, saving money by sharing a dorm (Zenitsu and I got a lot of scholarships so we could’ve gotten into some dorms, but we just didn’t want to risk being in different dorms, and who doesn’t want to live with their partner?) and I had just gotten home from my job at the coffee shop.

I wanted to lay down and cuddle but when I walked in Zenitsu had gathered all of my stuff on our bed, by my stuff I mean my two favorite blankets and all of my pillows. Our blankets that we shared were on the floor along with all of Zenitsu’s pillows. Zenitsu’s head popped up from the pile, he was in my favorite hoodie, my horia over it. And I’m pretty sure I could see my shirt under all that too. He was probably wearing one of my pair’s of sweatpants. I can’t say I doubt he has on a pair of my boxers. 

    Zenitsu is sick, otherwise he would be at the coffee shop with me, playing music on the stage as always. But he seems to have caught something. He’s had a runny nose for a few days now and this morning was compiling about being cold, his scent was unpleasant, so I used our thermometer and sure enough Zenitsu has a fever. Zenitsu lost his shit as he always does when he’s sick, working himself into a panic as always. I knew how to handle it and after letting him throw up into the toilet for a few minutes, I gave him some medicine, a xanax and made my to classes. 

    I had checked on Zenitsu in the middle of the day and he was asleep on our bed in his own clothes but it seems he had gotten loney while I was away. Zenitsu is either complying or he’s whiny and needy. I wish I didn’t love it as much as I did.

    “Tan-Ji-Rouuuu.” He whined, tears spilling down his face immediately. I sighed and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting him wrap his arms around one of my arms, starting to sob, getting tears and snot all over my sleeve and arm. I grew up with sibling’s and having known Zenitsu since our second year of middle school, I was surprisingly used to tears and snot and generally fluids all over everything. So I didn't push him away and instead let him cry for two minutes before deciding it was time for a bath. I pressed my head against his forehead, Zenitsu seemed to be calming down at that simple touch, he’s probably feeling extra clingy. I smiled softly at him as I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead, finding that it was still rather hot, but it was hot enough that he could take a warm bath and not overheat. The medicine seemed to be doing something and the idea of making Zenitsu get in a cold bath already had me feeling ready to give up. So I decided I wouldn’t. 

    I stood and Zenitsu let out one of his yelps that I’ve become accustomed to. I just smiled at him and picked him up. Sometimes, because of Zenitsu’s hearing, it’s best not to talk at all. Just be as quiet as possible. I carried Zenitsu over to the dresser and got out a pair of his boxers, followed by a pair of my shorts and one of my shirts. Zentisu seemed okay with this, staying silent as he held onto me. I was holding him on my hips, using one arm to carry him and the other arm to move around. 

    I carried him to the bathroom and set the clothes on top of the toilet before starting the water. I set Zenitsu down gently, making sure he was okay with standing on his own (I knew he could, but Zenitsu could be over dramatic and sometimes he convinces himself he can’t stand, it’s happened before. We’re working though the whole anxiety thing but its taking a while) 

    Once Zenitsu was standing on his own two feet, I started to undress him. I removed my horia, hoodie and then shirt from his sweat soaked skin. He was in my boxers and I just pulled those off with my shorts. Zenitsu started to shiver, I could tell he was holding back complaints. I cupped his cheeks and gently stroked, watching as he relaxed almost immediately at the touch. Zenisu was still unnaturally warm but I didn’t say anything, just helped him into the bath gently. Zenitsu relaxed in the water, eyes closing as he sighed, water helping to relax his tense muscles. I started to wash him off, gently running my hands over his chest legs before doing his hair. I scrubbed gently at the yellow mop. Zenitsu suddenly let out a soft giggle. 

    “I look like noodles!” He exclaimed with a smile, looking over at me. His face was flushed from the fever and I’m sure the medicine wasn’t helping him become more lucid. I just smiled at him and nodded. 

   

    “Yeah. Really yummy noodles. I agreed. Zenitsu giggled and went back to looking at the water, now smiling softly. I got Zenitsu out of the bath before the water could get cold and after drying him off, I dressed him. I picked him up and walked to the kitchen, wanting to make us dinner. Zenitsu didn’t seem too happy, wiggling around in my arms. “N-no.” He whimpered. I was confused, why didn’t Zenitsu want to go into the kitchen? Was he having flashbacks? 

    “No?” I asked, choosing the kind route. He shook his head at me and pointed to the bedroom, 

    “Room, please.” He said. I paused, confused but still nodded and then turned, holding Zenitsu on my hip until he wiggled himself so he could stand. I watched as he went right back into the pile, head only popping out to look at me. “Hoodie!” He damned. I was starting to get worried he was between little space and big space. I still listened and walked over to the closet, grabbing one of Zenitsu’s only to hear a teary sounding “No!” From the bed. I put it back and was about to reach for another one when Zenitsu spoke up again. “Yours!” He damned, sounding angry that I couldn’t get it. I paused before catching on, grabbing one of my hoodies and walking over. Zenitsu put his arms up and I had the realization he’s probably been little since I got home and I totally missed it. 

    Zenitsu seemed happy and smiled, flopping down onto the bed once the hoodie was one him. He grabbed a cover and threw himself around a small bit to get comfortable before relaxing. I heard him let out a soft huff. I knew better than to leave so I got out my phone and ordered out for us. I looked over hearing shuffling a few minutes later only to find Zenitsu looking at me with a childlike smile on his face. I smiled and reached over, tucking a piece of still damp hair behind Zenitsu’s ear. I really should’ve blow dried that. Maybe this is one of the reasons Zenitsu is sick to start. Zenitsu turned his head and licked my finger before looking at me expectantly. I knew he wanted his pacifier and as I gave it to him from our little space box, I realized just how much I actually liked Zenitsu in my clothes. He looked cute as he laid there in my sweats, my shirt, my hoodie. It felt like it satisfied some need deep in me to mark him as mine. I leaned back against the wall and couldn’t help but smile as I thought about it. 

Maybe I should let him use my clothes more