Oct 10, 2020
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Nezuko looked at him with her beautiful pink eyes. Zenitsu could swear she was smiling under her muzzle, but he couldn’t be sure. He could only hope she did. Suddenly he felt a wave of sadness. Yeah, she was beautiful and kind, even if she was a demon. Way too beautiful for him. How could a weakling like him aspire to ever be worthy of her?
My contribution to Zennezu Weekend, day 2: Blossoming Love
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