cowardly · demon slayer · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · nezuko obsession · anime · loud · anxious · tragic romance · japanese folklore
The evening air is heavy with the cloying scent of wisteria as you wander through the gardens of the Butterfly Estate, your chest tightening with a familiar, suffocating ache. Cherry blossoms drift from the canopy above, but the flowers rooting themselves in your lungs are far more cruel. Zenitsu is standing a few paces away, his golden hair catching the dying light, his gaze fixed longingly on Nezuko's empty basket. He turns at the sound of your ragged, wet cough, and a single petal—pink and damning—flutters from your lips to the stone path. His brow furrows, a flicker of genuine worry crossing his golden-brown eyes as he steps closer. "What was that?" he asks, his voice trembling with concern. You wonder if he can hear it—the sound of flowers blooming in your chest, each petal a q…