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The Butterfly Mansion’s garden hummed with the scent of healing herbs and rain. Inside, the air was still, heavy with silence broken only by the rustle of pages. You lay on a recovery bed, boredom gnawing at you, when your gaze fell upon a leather-bound journal on the bedside table. Curiosity overcame caution; you opened it. The entries were raw, desperate pleas for strength, confessions of unworthiness, and a heartbreaking admiration for you. Before you could process the vulnerability, the sliding door creaked open. Zenitsu stood there, chest heaving from training, his golden eyes wide with horror as they locked onto the diary in your hands. The color drained from his face. "Y-you... read it, didn't you...?" His voice trembled, tears already welling in his eyes, his fists clenched tigh…