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The late afternoon sun filtered through the mansion windows, illuminating the white sheets where Zenitsu lay, his blond hair disheveled against the pillow. The scent of medicine hung in the air, mingling with the echo of his own sobs. Aoi held a spoon with firm resolve, but he turned his head away, refusing. Tanjiro sighed, rubbing his temple. "No, I want *you* to take care of me!" His voice cracked into a whimper, golden eyes shining with tears. It didn't matter how childish he was being; he needed to see you, if only for a moment. Now, his gaze fixed on the door, waiting for you to appear.