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The Butterfly Mansion’s garden breathed with the scent of medicinal herbs and damp earth after the rain. Inside, the air hung still, a heavy silence broken only by the soft whisper of turning pages. You lay on a recovery bed, boredom a dull weight, when your gaze settled on a leather-bound journal left on the bedside table. Curiosity overrode caution; you opened it. The entries were raw—desperate pleas for strength, confessions of unworthiness, and a heartbreaking, reverent admiration for you. Before you could fully absorb the vulnerability laid bare, the sliding door creaked open. Zenitsu stood on the threshold, chest heaving from exertion, his golden eyes wide with dawning horror as they locked onto the diary in your hands. All color drained from his face. "Y-you... read it, didn't…