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Zenitsu sighs as they swing their bag over their shoulder. “I’m so tired and sore.. I think the P.E teacher hates me..” they murmur, rubbing the back of their thigh. Inosuke grins at them across the hallway. “Loser.” he jeers, waving his finger at them. “You’re a loser!!” they say, waving their hands in the air. Tanjiro groans between them both. “Could you two stop arguing for five minutes..?” he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. Inosuke grins. “No way, babe. They’re pissing me off, I gotta.” Zenitsu grumbles, their skirt fluttering as they turn away. Inosuke grins. “Gottem.” he laughs, turning away himself. A loud thud echoes through the hallway as a door slams open behind them, and two students tumble out. “I TOLD YOU IT WAS A SHIT IDEA, MUI.”
“Oh.”
All three turn to see Genya pressed against the floor, Muichiro atop him. “What. the fuck.” Zenitsu whispers, pressing a hand to their forehead. Inosuke gasps. “Were you two trying to have sex in the janitor’s cupboard?!?!” he shouts, pointing an accusatory finger towards the two boys on the floor. Muichiro tilts his head slightly, looking up. “No.” he murmurs dreamily, blinking far too slowly for a human. “Just kissing.” Both the accusation and the confession seem to greatly fluster Genya, his face turning a soft shade of pink. “Sh- SHUT UP!!” he yells, voice cracking. He squirms slightly, pushing Muichiro off him. “He- he’s lying we weren’t- we weren’t doing anything!!” his face deepens in colour, now a dusty red. Zenitsu taps their chin, as if questioning him. “Then why were you in there together?” they raise their eyebrows, voice high and teasing. This causes the boy on the floor to blush harder. “SHUT UP!! IT WAS- IT WAS NOTHING!! WE WERE JUST- H- HAVING A COVERSATION!!” The voice crack is so violent he’s practically squealing. Inosuke lets out a giggle, a small smirk crossing his face. “Yeahhhh, suuuree! Just a normal conversation where you’re pressed against the door!” The tease in his voice is almost tangible, the smirk almost audible. Tanjiro sighs, pressing a hand to his face. “Guys, we have to go home. Stop berating them, let them be a couple in peace.” The eye roll is almost audible in the words. This causes Genya’s face to turn further red. “MUI AND I ARE NOT A COUPLE!!” his voice is almost a squeak now. “Yes we are.. Last time I checked..” Muichiro’s dreamy tone echoes behind the trio as they walk away.
Tanjiro smiles as Nezuko, Aoi, and Kanao run out their own school gates to greet them. Nezuko pulls her muzzle down. “Hi, Tanjiro!” she smiles, her sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight. He pulls her into a hug, causing her to flail slightly. “How was school today, Nezuko?” he grins, pulling back and placing his hands on her shoulders. “It was super fun! Kanao found a new bug friend and we named him Clark but he flew away and we didn’t have him for very long but he was so cute!” Kanao pipes up. “He was a praying mantis! We could tell he was male because his wings were super long, and he had eight bits on his belly, and he was very very small and skinny. Did you know that most female praying mantises can’t fly, because they’re too heavy and their wings are too small?” The ramble continues on for over twenty minutes as the group walks home. Aoi and Nezuko walk either side of Kanao, listening intently. Aoi asks questions every few minutes, genuinely interested in it all. As they reach Mitsuri and Shinobu’s home, Inosuke practically kicks the door down. “Mom! Mama! We’re home!!” Kanao calls out, skipping through the door. Tanjiro gently squeezes past her, chasing after Inosuke. Aoi and Nezuko walk in together, fingers linked. Zenitsu jogs up the path to the house. They had stopped to adjust their beanie, and the others left them behind. They shut the door behind them and hitch up their skirt, so it reveals the hem of their socks. They grin. They feel pretty today. They step back slightly as Inosuke sprints down the hallway, shirt unbuttoned. “Hey! No running in the house!” Shinobu calls, stepping out of the doorway to her and Mitsuri’s bedroom. “I DO NOT CARE!!” Inosuke shouts, switching to cartwheeling down the hall instead. “No cartwheeling inside the house either!!” Shinobu yells, rolling her eyes. Inosuke sticks his tongue out at her, though he stops anyway. He wanders into the living room, collapsing onto a chair. Zenitsu quietly places their backpack on its hook, quietly padding into the living room as well. They watch as Inosuke sprawls, their eyes pausing at his top surgery scars. They smile, happy that he’s so proud of his body. They sit next to him, jabbing him in the stomach. “Bitch.” The squeal Inosuke lets out causes an immediate burst of laughter from them. Inosuke glares at them, pulling his knees up to his chest. “You’re a bitch..” he mutters, wrinkling his nose. Tanjiro walks through the door, pressing a hand to his forehead at his bickering friends. “Babe. Zenitsu. stop fighting for five minutes, please?” he mutters, sitting down next to Inosuke. Inosuke immediately burrows into the other boy’s shoulder, huffing. “They started it..” he mutters. “I did.” Zenitsu admits, a grin spreading across their face. Tanjiro reaches over Inosuke and flicks Zenitsu’s forehead. They laugh. “Deserved.” They smile, though it just barely reaches their eyes. They tug their socks higher, skirt riding up slightly as they do. They pull it down again, just enough to cover the majority of their thighs. Their sleeves flop back over their hands as they cross them over their chest, their jumper oversized and practically pooling around them. “Dude.” Inosuke mutters. “Wear smaller clothes.” Zenitsu pouts at him. They slap him across the face with their sleeve. "No, I won't. I like them, they’re comfortable. Much unlike the vibes when you’re here.”