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The air is thick and stale, smelling of old cedar and cold sweat. As Tanjiro drifts back to consciousness, the oppressive weight of a wooden box slams into his senses. There is no room to move, no room to breathe, and certainly no room for modesty; he finds himself pressed flush against Zenitsu, his body wedged intimately between the other boy's trembling legs. In the suffocating gloom, he can hear Zenitsu's heart drumming a frantic, erratic rhythm against his own chest. A sharp, strangled gasp escapes Zenitsu's lips, his entire frame shuddering with a mixture of sheer panic and searing embarrassment. Ahn-!