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"Ah~!"
Zenitsu wants to die.
"What are you doing, Muichirou-kun?"
"I'm waiting for you to feed me, Tanjirou. So, ah~"
Correction, Zenitsu will die.
Tanjirou, though a little confused, smiles at the middle schooler. No doubt thinking about how endearing and child-like the young alpha was acting. Very much like the children of his family. (What an idiot, Zenitsu is the only one to think. His other two companions, Genya and Inosuke, are either too uncomfortable from the very much unwanted PDA or simply don't give a flying fuck about it.)
"It's bad if you don't use your own hands to feed yourself, Muichirou-kun. What if some of your basic body functions begin to give out if you let someone else feed you," Tanjioru nags but with no real intention of lecturing the young boy with his mouth still open.
Tokitou pouts,"But I want you to feed me, Tanjirou," the boy (because he is a boy! No self-respecting man would whine for anything! Dear Gods, Zenitsu is going to go home and complain to the supposed "thunder god" his grandfather worships why in his powers did he decide to gift said whining boy an alpha status) whines,"Food always tastes better when it's made from someone you like. You taught me that Tanjirou," Tokitou latches onto Tanjirou's arm much like Zenitsu's seen the younger Kamado children do. (How desperate can one be, really, Zenitsu, the hypocrite, thinks to himself.)
Tanjirou, giggles. The idiot fucking giggles at Tokitou's display of utter crap but it didn't end there. Oh no. The gods wouldn't let Zenitsu off that easy. Because his utterly stupid friend decides to fucking comply with the middle school alpha-boy's shitty request.
Tanjirou brought a portion of rice from his lunch box up to the boy's mouth and says (he fucking says, Zenitsu cries tears of blood), "Say, Ah~"
And fucking Tokitou says, "Ah~" and receives flavorless white rice as a hard-earned reward.
Zenitsu wants certain fucking people to die miserably.
"Yum! That was delicious! The best rice I ever had! Thank you so much, Tanjirou!" Tokiotou, one of the "Twin Ice Princes" of Kimetsu Middle School smiles happily at Zenitsu's oblivious best friend.
"You're exaggerating, Muichirou-kun," Tanjirou scratches his cheek in a lame attempt to hide the dusting pink of his cheeks, "But thank you for the compliment, it's great to learn that my cooking skills aren't limited to bread alone," At least, Tanjirou has the decency to look mildly embarrassed (even if it was only towards the compliments).
"It wasn't an exaggeration," Tokitou defends," I truly thought the rice was delicious. I wouldn't mind having rice for lunch everyday if it was made by you."
(What a smooth bastard, Zenitsu and Genya choke.)
An obviously flattered Tanjirou responds," In that case, why don't I make you your own rice bento for school tomorrow?"
(That idiot, Zenitsu thinks.)
"Really?" Tokitou feigns (Zenitsu is 1000% sure) surprise,"I'd love that!"
Before the middle schooler could say anymore, his twin brother yells (thankfully, Zenitsu rejoices) at him from a distance. He none-to-kindly informs the other Tokitou to "move your ass or you're going to get a beating from Sabito-senpai." (Such a foul-mouth kid, Zenitsu thinks.)
"I'm coming," Tokitou answer but quickly turns to Tanjioru with another bright smile,"I'll be looking forward to the bento tomorrow! I'm heading out now!"
Though he says he's heading out, Tokitou doesn't leave his spot. (So Zenitsu already knows why he isn't leaving but not matter how may times their little ritual happens it never ceases to make him literally sick to his stomach.)
Tanjirou leans down to plant a chaste kiss on the young-alpha boy's cheek like it's the most natural thing in the world and waves goodbye to the boy. (Poor, poor Genya, Zenitsu allows his sympathy to extend to the alpha who, unprepared for the display, ends up breaking his chopsticks.)
His best friend goes back to eating as if the lovey-dovey crap that just happen did not, in fact, happen.
Zenitsu will at least get the satisfaction of bullying his best friend.
"So tell me," Zenitsu began internally cringing at the display of pure corny-flavored sweetness that he had been forced to witness by agreeing to eat with his kind, warm-hearted friend. Honestly if he wasn't so tired from fighting with Uzui-sensei he'd be beating the living shit out of Tanjirou; but then he'd face the chilling-wrath of one young, dangerously armed (with a kendo-stick and that piece of wood freaking hurts when one isn't wearing the proper gear, Zenitsu subtly curses the stone-faced trainer) short alpha. (Also the wrath of half of the school population that his dear friend had somehow managed to either befriend or be on good terms with. And God forbid his sweet Nezuko-chan and the rest of the Kamado siblings to straight up murder his single-omega ass for even imagining inflicting pain on their adored older brother).
Tanjirou meets his eyes after plopping another portion of rice in his mouth. He cocks his head, an indication for Zenitsu to continue. Cuteness radiates from the burgundy-haired boy like a second scent (Zenitsu is willing to confess but he will not go farther than that because his dear friend is missing some important assets that the opposite sex possesses). Pure innocent curiosity found in pink-round orbs.
Zenitsu's gong to obliterate it.
"So tell me Mr. Kamado," Zenitsu leers at his best-friend," how does it feel to be a cradle robber at age 16?"
Tanjirou promptly chokes.