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“I can’t do it!!! I can’t do it!! I’ll die!!” Zenitsu whined loudly and slumped in his chair.
“You always say that. Everyday this week you freaked out and nothing ever happened.” Murata pointed out. “Besides, this is a great opportunity. You only have two more days of your ‘employment’ at the Kamado bakery, maybe you will scrape up some courage and actually confess?”
“Excuse me, you know I suffer from scared bitch disorder, right?” The blond snapped his head up to glare at the black haired boy. “B-Besides… It’s Tanjirou! I can’t just tell Tanjirou I like him or else he would just say: ‘I like you too! I’m so happy we’re friends!’ and have no idea what I mean. Do you know how dense that boy is? He actually believed Uzui was my long lost dad, and that he could ground me. God he so stupid, so dump… And so… nice and caring… and cute...”
“Well, then I guess suffer in silence.” Murata mumbled under his breath.
“Murata you are not nice to me. If you were nice then you’d actually help me with this situation.”
“I still think you should just tell him. He’s not as dense as you can be sometimes...”
“Why are you so cruel today?!”
“Zenitsu, I’m busy… I got stuck with the club festival approvals and--”
“You’re not allowed to be busy!! You’re the only person I can talk about Tanjirou with!!” Zenitsu cried out. “Besides, when you have your problems I always listen!”
“My problems are simple: I’m too stressed, or I forgot to do my homework. Not hours and hours of ‘I like Tanjirou’ or ‘I’m confused about Tanjirou’ or ‘Why is Tanjirou’.” He pointed out and continued to write on a piece of paper. “Speaking of Tanjirou, aren’t you supposed to help him out at the bakery for the donations? What time were you going to meet up?” The blond screeched loudly and quickly shoved his notebook into his bag.
“Half an hour ago!!!” He didn’t need to wait to hear Murata wish him goodbye and good luck as he bolted out of the classroom and down the stairs.
Okay, okay. So maybe most of his ‘problems’ revolved around Tanjirou Kamado. But the biggest problem of all, the one that drove him crazy day in and day out was the simple fact that: he, Zenitsu Agatsuma, was horribly, undeniably, and joyfully in love with Tanjirou Kamado, his best friend. Usually, he’s used to falling in love with a stranger everyday but… This was different. Under normal circumstances, he would’ve asked Tanjirou to marry him in 27 different languages and wouldn’t take no for an answer. However, he couldn’t do that. When you grow up with negative 1 friends, you tend to cling onto the first friend you finally make. Come hell or high water Zenitsu wasn’t going to lose Tanjirou as a friend.
Another horrible problem with being in love with Tanjirou and being his friend was--
“Hi Zenitsu!” Tanjirou greeted him from the front gate. His hanafuda earrings swayed gently in the breeze, like a wind chime that complimented his natural melody perfectly.
“Gah, I’m so sorry Tanjirou!! I completely lost track of time!! It’s all Murata’s fault!!” He sighed as they began walking towards the bakery together. “I’m surprised you waited for me. Usually you rush home to help your Mom as soon as you can.”
“I could never go anywhere without my Zenitsu!” His lips spread in a bright smile and Zenitsu was reminded of why you should stare directly into the sun.
What did he mean?? ‘My Zenitsu’? I am really yours? Please don’t wake me up from this dream!!
He liked to call it the “Kamado Gesture of Affection”. Tanjirou has always been affectionate with his friends. He’s never one to shy away from head pats, holding hands, or hugs. He throws more compliments at Zenitsu than he can process and one time Zenitsu swore he was going to kiss him on the cheek if Inosuke didn’t interrupt them.
The problem wasn’t that he didn’t like receiving the “Kamado Gesture of Affection”, that was the exact opposite of a problem. Maybe he liked getting Tanjirou’s affection too much… The point was that Zenitsu liked Tanjirou and Tanjirou, by nature, is extremely affectionate. This ungodly mixture leads Zenitsu down the rabbit hole of he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not every hour. Another issue was that Tanjirou was like this with everyone.
So… he loves me not, right?
“I can’t believe you planned the fundraiser to take place at the bakery! It’s been so nice spending extra time with you.”
“Well, it was your idea too.” Zenitsu blushed and kicked a pebble on the sidewalk. “When we get there, remind me to thank your mom again, for letting the school ask for donations at her bakery. This cultural festival will be the death of me, not only did we have to organize a fundraiser but also organize the festival in two weeks?! This is insane! I think I’ll get a heart attack.”
“You got this, Zenitsu! You always complete your goals!” Tanjirou brushed his shoulder against the blond’s playfully.
“Yeah but I can’t force people to donate!”
“I’m sure we’ll surpass the donation goal!! I know if I saw you and how cute you are, I would donate a million dollars!”
Wait… There’s no way he meant…
“T-Tanjirou… y-you don’t mean…”
“Maybe we should have Nezuko take donations too! She’s pretty cute!!” Ah, of course, another K.G.A… Why on earth do I give my hopes up? It’s not like anyone would actually like me... “Huh? What is it, Zenitsu? You smell all salty all of a sudden?”
“Nothing I’m fine!!!” He shouted before he whipped his phone out of his pocket.
Zenitsu: Kamado Gesture of Affection Alert!! 911!! he said i was “ cute “?? what does he mean??
Murata: means he's a really patient guy. have you tried proposing in the 28th language?
“Who’re you texting?” Suddenly, Tanjirou pushed himself against him to glance over his screen.
“No one!!” If he didn’t stop himself, his phone would’ve been thrown across the street and hopefully it would’ve been run over in the process. Luckily, or unluckily, his phone was snatched by a very mischievously looking Tanjirou. Who didn’t bother looking at the screen before shoving the phone into his own pocket. “H-hey!! Come on, Tanjirou! What happens if someone texts me!!” Obviously, Murata is busy and Tanjirou is right there so no one would text him, but still!!
Tanjirou isn’t one to snoop on someone’s privacy, but there’s a glint in his eyes.
Usually, Zenitsu loved seeing this side of Tanjirou. The one who’s playful and somehow even more handsome, but he can’t take anymore--
“Then I guess you’ll just text them later. I want all of your attention.”
He choked loudly before he turned away from the redhead and gripped his chest.
“Thank you for your donation!” Tanjirou called after the giggling girl. Zenitsu grumbled under his breath and placed the money in the separate cash tray. “How much money did we make today?”
“Uh, about 72 bucks?” He shrugged.
“Waaah, that’s so amazing! We have such amazing classmates!” The redhead gushed. He couldn’t help but stare at Tanjirou’s astonishment, the way his eyes lit up and his lips spreaded in a wide smile… It was breathtaking… He’d burn money just to see that face everyday for the rest of his life… He shook his head to free him of those thoughts.
“Yeah, well… I wish we made more… We’re still short 100 dollars… Ugh, man I’ll be so stressed tomorrow! Why is Gramps making me go to a kendo tournament tomorrow? You better keep me updated on how many donations we get!” He groaned. “Well, at least I will be here during the last day...That way I’ll know for sure how short we are…”
“I know we will get more than enough donations! Everyone will help us because of you!” Tanjirou turned to face the blond. “You’re the one who works so hard and follows through in everything you do. Homework, student activities, even helping your friends out… You’re always there Zenitsu, right beside me…” The last part was whispered, barely enough for him to hear. But the words sounded natural, like he was just breathing. “There’s no doubt we will pay you back!”
Zenitsu opened his mouth, but he was the one having trouble with his words. Seriously? Seriously??? Does Tanjirou not realize what he’s implying? Is he really so dense that he can’t see what his words are doing to his poor heart? Saying it so casually like you are telling a friend the weather!
Oh, the bittersweet rush of a Kamado Display of Affection!
“Mmmfphh!!” They jumped apart from each other, not realizing how closely they were leaning into each other. His golden eyes flashed away from red eyes to softer, sweeter pink ones. Nezuko stood there with two cups of hot chocolate, decorated with whip cream and sprinkles of cinnamon.
“T-Thank you, Nezuko!!” Zenitsu gushed as he took the mug from the quiet girl. She nodded and moved to hand Tanjirou his mug.
“Have we really been in the front for three hours already?” Once again, she nodded. Tanjirou only hummed and took a large drink of his hot chocolate. Nezuko’s hot chocolate was known throughout the neighborhood as a cure to anything. Anytime Zenitsu even smelled it, he’s thrown into paradise. “Wow, I wish time went by this fast when I’m alone working the front…”
“Time flies by when we're together.” The words flowed out of his mouth before he could stop them. He felt Tanjirou’s eyes land on him and he could only focus on the mug in his shaky hand. “You know… because it’s fun being with each other. Or at least it’s fun with you. I mean I have fun with all our friends but with you it’s… You know what, nevermind! I won’t ruin this. Like I always do. I’m probably so annoying with all my blabbering and whining. Kinda like how I am right now. Okay I’ll shut up.” Zenitsu took a long sip, trying to distract his racing thoughts.
For a moment, the word drifted away and it was just him and Tanjirou, side by side behind the counter of the Kamado Bakery. There was no stress about donations or selling pastries, just them existing next to each other. Without even speaking, the boys turned to face each other at the same time and lowered the cups away from their faces. Zenitsu couldn’t help but grin when he saw the whip cream mustache on Tanjirou.
“Tanjirou, you got something…” He giggled as he motioned to his upper lip. Tanjirou blinked before tilting his head cutely.
“What?” He smirked at Zenitsu’s giggles.
“Y-You…” He was cut off by another laugh. “You got something… Above your lip…”
“Get it for me?” Immediately he stopped laughing and blinked rapidly. Without waiting for his response, Tanjirou gently took Zenitsu’s hand and used his thumb to wipe his lip. “There, and you get a little treat as a thank you!” He beamed as he motioned to the whip cream that was no on his hand.
“A…” It was like getting struck by lightning. No, it was worse than that. At least after he got struck he promptly fell unconscious. Here, the thrill of electricity is making his heart palpitate but he’s grounded beside Tanjirou, staring at him dumbly. He’d never seen Tanjirou do something like that with anyone else in their friend group… Have they held hands before? Yes, a bunch of times. Sometimes, they even fix each other’s hair. But never…
And he did it so naturally too!! Like they’ve done this before!! So obviously it meant nothing to Tanjirou. Usually, when he hears people flirting with each other, their heartbeats sing a song of passion, anxiety, and playfulness… But ever since he met Tanjirou, his heartbeat hasn’t changed. It’s the same soft melody that is brimming with love and happiness. Reluctantly, Zenitsu chalks it up to another K.D.A.
“Mffmphh!!” Oh that’s right, Nezuko was here. Wait, NEZUKO WAS HERE? Did she--?
“Aw, thank you Nezuko! That’s so sweet!” Tanjirou beamed and Zenitsu finally rebooted.
“What did she say?” Zenitsu will never know how on earth Tanjirou understands her with her mouth always full of bread, but maybe it’s some secret sibling superpower? When Tanjirou started walking away from the front counter, he couldn’t help but follow him like a puppy.
“She said she’d watch the front for us while we grabbed something to eat.”
“Oh.” It was then that he realized that he was starving. Tanjirou laughed before he led him up the stairs to the apartment that his family lived in above the bakery. The door was pushed open and his legs immediately felt like jelly. The scent of Tanjirou somehow intensified and in response his muscles began to relax. Zenitsu let out a long sigh as he unwrapped his apron before folding it neatly on a chair. “I’m so tired. I don’t know how you do it Tanjirou…”
“You were amazing, Zenitsu! You’re a quick learner, knowing the orders and prices of the bakery.”
“Aww… Thanks…” Zenitsu blushed and grinned like an idiot. “Oh!! Look!! Nezuko left us some pastries to eat!!” He reached out to grab sweet on the table but Tanjirou quickly swiped the plate and turned away from him. “Hey!! Our precious Nezuko made that!!”
“Not until we eat some actual food first. You haven’t eaten anything all afternoon.” Zenitsu pouted but sagged his shoulders in defeat. He followed Tanjirou into the kitchen, who opened up the refrigerator. “I’m pretty sure we have some leftover rice this morning. We could make an omelette with some onions and other vegetables…” He thought aloud. Zenitsu hummed in agreement, too tired to think of anything else to say.
“We could cook… and I will probably burn everything… Or I could just watch.” Zenitsu watched as Tanjirou began sauteing some vegetables. The smile on Tanjirou’s face was his answer. For some reason, he loved watching Tanjirou cook. Maybe it was because he couldn’t cook, or maybe it was because he loved Tanjirou.
It’s like he felt at home whenever he watched Tanjirou cook.
He was silent for a while, just focusing on Tanjirou. His golden eyes shining with affection as they never left the redhead. He’s mildly surprised that Tanjirou can’t smell the love practically oozing off of him. Then again, Tanjirou probably thinks it’s friendship he’s smelling, or something.
In times like this, he wished Tanjirou wasn’t so oblivious. He wished Tanjirou would realize how Zenitsu felt. It would’ve been easier to have Tanjirou bring it up first.
It would’ve been easier if he wasn’t such a coward.
“Zenitsu?”
“Huh?”
“Food’s done.” There's a hint of concern in Tanjirou’s voice. “You smell sour… Is everything alright?”
Of course you can smell something now…
“Uh, I guess I’m just more tired than I thought I was.” It isn’t a lie. If he wasn’t starving he would’ve just gone home and passed out before waking up at an ungodly hour to drive to his tournament.
“Do you want to take this to go?” His hanafuda earrings chimed.
“What? No!” He rushed out, a little too quick and desperate. “I don’t want to go home yet. I can’t believe I’m missing school tomorrow for that stupid kendo tournmate… I know I’ll get last place anyway…”
“No you won’t!” Tanjirou huffed as he placed the food in front of him. “You’ve been training so hard! Don’t doubt yourself! But I am sad that you won’t be around to help with the fundraiser tomorrow…”
“I know, but I asked Murata and he said he will take my place in the bakery tomorrow. That way you won’t have to be alone… And thanks, Tanjirou…” He muttered before shoving the food in his mouth. “Wooooaaahh!!! Tanjirou this is amazing!!! It’s like everytime you cook you get even better!!”
“Thanks!!” He beamed. “I’m glad you like it! I’ll make sure to cook you something extra special on Friday! To celebrate the last day of the fundraiser and you getting back from your trip.”
“Oh god I forgot about Friday…” Zenitsu sunk down into the chair. “I can’t believe Mr. Tomioka is making us talk in front of the whole school. I will never be able to sit through another assembly again!!”
“We’ll be up there together.” Tanjirou offered a comforting smile.
“Yeah but you’re ‘Golden Boy’ Kamado! Everyone loves you and it’s so easy for you to talk in front of people!” Tanjirou muttered something before taking a bite of his food. “Can you please do all of the talking?”
“Okay, if that will make you feel better. I don’t want you to be stressing out over this.”
“No wait, I’m the student council president, if I didn’t speak it would be weird…” Zenitsu furrowed his eyebrows. “Gah!!! I can’t stop thinking about it now!! Tanjirou can I please eat Nezuko’s pastry now??”
“Fine…” Tanjirou sighed and Zenitsu wasted no time snatching the sweet and taking a large bite.
“Ahhh!! These pastries are so yummy!! Anything Nezuko makes is yummy!!” He gushed as he took another bite. “Nothing could even come close to this! Even if I had 100 years to learn how to bake, I’d never be this good!”
“I don’t know about that…” Tanjirou smiled.
“Eh?”
“I think you could make something really yummy, Zenitsu.” He spoke in between bites of food.
“Come on Tanjirou, you know I can’t bake to save my life.” He scoffed. He knew Tanjirou had to be joking, but his heartbeat was sincere.
“Then maybe I could teach you? With the way you were in the bakery today, I could see us running it in the future.” Good thing he already swallowed his food, because if he didn’t, he’s sure he would’ve choked and died on the spot. Tanjirou, as always, has no idea that Zenitsu is already daydreaming about wiping the flour off of an older Tanjirou’s cheek before they kiss in the bakery.
Zenitsu is sweating, basically drenched in sweat. He had to arrive to the assembly early to help the teachers set up and now he’s pacing around backstage like a madman. The only thing he can do is wait for them to call his name before he promptly dies in front of the whole school. He kept trying to take deep breaths to calm him down but he’s too nervous to do that! The only thing that can help him now is--
“Zenitsu!!” The voice instantly pulls him back from the emotion ledge of a mental breakdown.
“Oh thank god, Tanjirou!!” He breathed as he redhead walked up to him, completely normal looking. “I’m--”
“I missed your smile, Zenitsu!!” Tanjirou rushed out. Under normal circumstances, Zenitsu would’ve turned into putty, but he’s too tense for that. Probably later tonight, when he lies awake in bed, Tanjirou’s words will come back and slap him in the face. “Are you ready?”
“No!! Of course not!! My heart is going to give out at any moment! Preferably now!!” He hissed.
“You’re fine, take deep breaths.” He really tried to listen to Tanjirou, but it was no use.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!!” Zenitsu muttered as he began to pace back and forth again. “Tanjirou, I don’t think I can do this!!” He threw his hands up in the air. “I’m so nervous! What if I fall? What if I forget what to say? What if I forget the name of your bakery? What if I forget YOUR name--”
“Zenitsu.” Tanjirou was suddenly in front of him. His golden eyes snapped up from his shoes to stare at his face. The red eyes shining with affection and calmness. Tanjirou’s heartbeat grew impossibly loud as he brough up his palms to cover his ears. “Relax, listen to my heart.” Half of him regrets telling Tanjirou that his heartbeat soothes him, the other half is grateful. Gratefully and stupidly head over heels in love with Tanjirou---
“Kamado… Kamado Bakery…” Zenitsu squeaked. The redhead nodded enthusiastically before his nails softly scratched Zenitsu’s head.
“See? I knew you could never forget me.” Oh, there it was, the smile that drove him crazy. Combined with the heartbeat surrounding and swelling up around him, he stood no chance. Now, Zenitsu is worried he’ll faint before he even makes it on stage. “Are you feeling better?” He could only nod in response. Tanjirou’s hands moved to comb his choppy blond bangs away from his face. “Zenitsu… I--”
“Shhh…” He hushed him. “Can it wait? I think I’m going to throw up and I can’t focus on anything else…”
“Zenitsu--”
“Agatsuma, Kamado, you’re up.” Uzui poked his head behind the stage. The two boy froze before turning to look at each other. Zenitsu gulped and stood up straighter as he and Tanjirou walked towards the front of the stage. There wasn’t a sound except their footsteps going up the stairs to stand in the middle of the stage. He supposes he had to be thankful for his stage fright because it completely froze him in place, making it harder for him to cry and curl up on the ground.
To make things worse, there was a single microphone in the center of the stage for them to share. They would have to lean in… like they were going to kiss…
He glanced at Tanjirou in uncertainty, but seeing the red eyed boy next to him filled him with confidence. Without a well timed catastrophic event to stop him from speaking in public, he just decided to get it over with.
“H-Hello everyone...” Zenitsu’s voice wobbled and he felt like crying.
“Good morning!!!” Tanjirou quickly greeted everyone, with so much joy that everyone in the audience started to smile. “It’s amazing to see all of our classmates in one place!” There was a cheer. The blond boy could only watch in amazement at Tanjirou’s affect on the crowd. “As we’ve been announcing all this week, the last day for the class fundraiser is today!”
“So please stop by the famous Kamado bakery to support our class before the culture festival!” Zenitsu leaned into the microphone. “We have gotten a lot of donations! And we are very thankful! But let’s go out with a bang on the final day!”
“Wasshoi!!!” Rengoku’s distant cheer caused the whole assembly to roar with excitement.
“Wasshoi!!” Tanjirou echoed and grinned excitedly at Zenitsu.
“To donate, just come up to the front counter and let me or Tanjirou know how much you’d like to give. As a special thank you, the Kamado’s have agreed to give whoever donates a special pastry.” There was another round of clapping.
“That’s made by the amazing Nezuko!!” Tanjirou cheered and gestured to his sister in the crowd. Everyone cheered again, especially Zenitsu. “And you know what else is amazing…?” Silence grew in the room, even the blond was stunned, waiting to hear what on Earth he could possibly-- “I think our Student Council President is amazing. He organized this whole fundraiser and he’s organizing the festival!”
Zenitsu turned away from the microphone to hide his surprised choke.
Did Tanjirou not see the confusion growing on the student’s faces?
“Ah, he’s been working hard this whole week! We’ve been spending more time with each other lately and I couldn’t be happier. I never knew how much I relied on hearing his voice everyday, until he wasn’t here yesterday. I realized that I felt so empty, when he wasn’t around…”
“Tanjirou, what are you doing? You’re talking into the microphone--!” Tanjirou turned away from the crowd to focus on the blond beside him. The surprised sounds of their classmates faded as the melody of Tanjirou’s love took center stage.
“I guess the one thing I missed most of all, was seeing you, Zenitsu.”
“Go Gonpachirou!!” He heard Inosuke yell out from the crowd.
“T-T-Tanji… Rou…” Zenitsu was so red and warm that he thought he’d start melting. Tanjirou said nothing to him, and just continued to stare at him. His red eyes were soft and bright, completely focused on him. Even though he felt like he was going to die, the redhead’s gaze kept him grounded in place. And suddenly, he wasn’t that worried about the group of students staring at them. All that mattered was--
“And so, thank you for supporting us!!” Tanjirou turned away from the blond to bow politely at the crowd.
“H-how was that even related to… To what… You… Y-You!!!”
“C-Con-grats!!!” His precious Nezuko cheered before everyone started clapping. Everyone!! Why? Why on Earth? Did no one else see what was going on here?! Was Zenitsu the only sane one questioning just what the hell Tanjirou meant?! Even that bastard Uzui was grinning at the two of them!!! Vaguely he could hear Rengoku compliment Tanjirou’s ‘passionate speech’, and that’s when he realized that they were being ushered off the stage.
He nearly stumbled down the stairs but caught himself.
Quickly, he spun around to confront his so called best friend.
“What was that about!!?” He hissed
“Hmm? What?” Tanjirou (cutely) tilted his head.
“The whole speech about me…” He blushed.
“Oh that?” God he’s so stupid!! “I was just telling everyone about the fundraiser and how hard you worked--”
“But that wasn’t it!! You… you… talked about how you like seeing me…” Zenitsu interrupted him and looked down at his shoes. Even though he loved looking at Tanjirou’s eyes, he was too embarrassed to. “Look, Tanjirou…” He began. “You… you can’t say stuff like that! People get the wrong impression, you know?!”
“What kind of impression?”
“They get the impression that you… That you-you like me…” The blond rushed out. “Which is ridiculous, right?! I mean you’re so popular, nice, handsome, effortlessly perfect… And I’m… I’m the crybaby who follows you around. Begging for attention and whining all the time. The complete opposite! You’re totally out of my league. And I know it!! I know it!! But… But I can’t help it…”
“But I do like you.” Tanjirou softly laughed.
“Gah! See!! This is what I’m talking about!! You can’t toy with my heart like that!! B-Because I actually think you… You like me… Which I know is stupid, but I am stupid! I’m stupid and in--!!” He immediately shut his mouth.
“Zenitsu.” Tanjirou took a step forward, crowding into his space. “I do like you.” His tone was completely even, no hint of laughter or lying in it. “I’ve been trying to tell you for the past few days now.”
“Wh… What…?”
“Ever since we met, I liked you. At the time you were obsessed with Nezuko so I just settled with being your friend, but then… Your scent started to change around me… You started to smell sweeter.” Zenitsu blushed. “At first I thought it was just my imagination but then Kanao noticed something too, then Genya, then Murata, and then Inosuke.”
“Wait so EVERYONE knew!!?!” He screeched.
“I didn’t want to push my feelings onto you so I slowly built up to it, but no matter what I did, you didn’t seem to understand.”
“So you confessed in front of the whole school?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Murata said that you’d only realize it after a big gesture. Something about you chalking up all my attempts to ‘Kamado Gestures of Affection’?”
“Murata you rat-ata…” Zenitsu hissed under his breath.
“Do you want to go out with me?”
“Wait what?” He squeaked.
“Usually when people like each other, they go out on date.”
“W-well I know that but…!!” Zenitsu turned away from Tanjirou. “Are you sure? I’m… me…” There was a moment of silence, before Tanjirou’s footsteps came up from behind him. Wordlessly, Tanjirou wrapped his arms around Zenitsu and brought him close to his chest.
“You’re amazing Zenitsu. I want you, and I’d be so happy if I could have you…” Zenitsu gulped down the tears welling in his eyes.
“I’m not sure if I forgive you. Confessing in front of the whole school? I feel like you did that so everyone knows I’m yours.” He teased and Tanjirou hummed in approval. He spun Zenitsu around to face him.
“Can I make it up to you with a Kamado Gesture of Affection?”
“Maybe…” Zenitsu smiled shyly. Tanjirou’s eyes widened as a blush settled on his cheeks. He was scared that he broke the redhead as he just stood there for a couple seconds, completely focused on him. Suddenly, a pout grew on his face as Tanjirou began leaning forward. “Wait… Wait..!! Tanjirou--!” Zenitsu was about to say how he wanted his first kiss to be romantic, but the words didn’t come out.