chap. 3.

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(Y/n)'s POV

Me and Tanjiro were walking and talking, by now i knew his family is dead apart of his sister 'Nezuko' and she was a demonx but an nice one..i told him about my family and how my mother got eaten by demons, he was sorry, why  tho, His Family was dead, has an demon sister on his back and he feels sorry?!

As we walked, we heared yelling, so we ran to the direction of the yelling.
We then saw a boy with yellowish orange hair and the same age aw Tanjiro-san begging a girl to marry him, i sighed 'an idiot', i saw the girl was scared-like, Tanjiro got The boy off her as i got the girl to let her run away.

The boy was still crying but yelling/talking, the boy with yellowish orange hair looked at me, Eyes were heart.
Shit.

We then started to beg like to the girl, god dammit

"OMG, PLS MARRY ME, MISS PLS, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG, PLS MARRY MEEEEEEEEEEE I MIND DIE!!!!!!"

God he was loud, mabey the whole world would hear his annoying ass

Tanjiro helped me getting the guy off me, Thank god-
The guy is now yellung at tanjiro, i sighed and smacked him on the head as  a shut up
He seemed to still cry a little but calmed down, maybe

"I'm Zenitsu" Zenitsu guy said, Tanjiro then spoke:

"I'm Kamado Tanjiro, and this is my friend, (L/n) (Y/n)!" The boy looked like he was gonna simp about me or something but a crow cut him off by a messege, he then screamed and fell on the ground like an dead goat, idiot.

Zenitsu came with us, he asked if he can hold my hand bc hes 'Scared' i sighed and said fine, 'maybe that will stop him from being a baby' i thought
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Tanjiro's POV

As we got Zenitsu with us, he holds (Y/n)-chans hand made me angry, but why?
Was i jealous? No i can't be...i met (Y/n)-chan yesterday...and i'm already crushing? Well yeah...she has beautiful long (H/c) hair, (E/c) eyes..even her name is amaizing- No bad Tanjiro, stop thinking like this...this isin't you...(Y/n)-san, what did you do to me...

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