𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 ━ 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠 [✓]

✦ | Masked Beauty

"Zenitsu-kun!" Y/n castigated angrily to the crabbed blonde boy. He had been grumpy since Y/n slapped him off the woman they both met on the streets. He clung on to the lady and begged for her hand in marriage, making Y/n drag him off with all her vigor, but to no achievement. 

The blonde boy crossed his arms on his chest and looked away grumpily. Y/n adjusted the boy on her back and continued to walk. "Could you please stop flirting with every Lady you see?" Y/n begged. "You're tiring both me and them," she said. Zenitsu's features loosened before he stopped holding on to Y/n's shoulders and let his arms hung low. He pouted adorably. "I'm so bleary! The girl I love is always considering me just as a friend," his amber-colored eyes stared at the road they were taking. 

Y/n felt her eyes widened behind her mask. Ever since she was a young child, she had always wore a Japanese Kitsune Mask that her mother had made just for her, though it was just for a costume, but Y/n fall in love with the peculiar looking mask. Ever since then, she wore it non-stop, but then as she grew older, she felt goosey with her looks, though she try to shove it off, it just got bigger and larger. 

She met Zenitsu because she was the granddaughter of Kuwajima Jigoro, that way, Zenitsu and Y/n met as students of the previous Thunder Hashira. That's how the both of them met and fell in love with each other, almost as if it was love at first sight. Truly beautiful. 

Now, they are all grown up, teenagers, to be exactly, and Y/n is carrying a drained Zenitsu on her back as she followed the flying hasty crow that she was given. "Y/n... I'm so sorry that you have to carry me like this," Zenitsu mumbled. "It's alright, no worries!" Y/n exclaimed happily, as she continued walking. "But won't you get tired from carrying me?" Zenitsu asked, pouting as he placed his chin on her shoulders. "I will, but it'll all be worth it," Y/n beamed. Zenitsu's lips broke into a small smile. "Okay, if that's what you're going to say," he said in an innocent voice. 

Hours passed, and Y/n's legs trembled. Zenitsu had successfully fallen asleep on Y/n's back a long time ago, and Y/n felt as if she was going to collapse. She heaved her legs to move on forward, but in the end, she felt too tired to take another step. Then, suddenly a unanticipated force made them both fall off the hill that Y/n had just climbed on, Y/n screamed in shock as she felt her throat run dry. Y/n unsheathed her sword from its scabbard.