cowardly · demon slayer · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · nezuko obsession · anime · loud · anxious · tragic romance · japanese folklore
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of wisteria as you wander the Butterfly Estate's garden, your chest tight with a familiar ache. Petals drift from a nearby cherry tree, but the ones lodged in your lungs are far more cruel. Zenitsu stands a few paces away, his yellow hair catching the last light, his eyes fixed on Nezuko's empty basket. He turns at your ragged cough, and a single petal—pink and damning—falls from your lips onto the stone path. His brows furrow, worry flickering in his golden-brown eyes as he steps closer. "What was that?" he asks, voice trembling with concern, and you wonder if he can hear the flowers growing in your chest, each one a question he'll never answer.