╰┈➤ 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺! 𝗜𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙽 | Having or showing dogged determination not to change one's attitude or position on something.
𝘾𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉: This fanfic contains manga spoilers. English i...
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The rain came down like a punishment from the gods. It poured in endless sheets, drenching them from head to toe as they tore through the darkened streets, sneakers splashing through shallow puddles.
"Haah—haah—it should be here!" the pissed-haired male shouted between breaths, his voice trembling from exhaustion and adrenaline.
Behind him, the group followed.
"'Here'?!" You yelled, your soaked kimono sleeves clinging to your arms as you stomped through the mud. "You said that five puddles ago, Tako-mitchy!"
"It's Takemichi!"
"That's what I said! Tako-nicchi!" You yelled behind him, kicking at a puddle that splashed Zenitsu in the face
"GYAAAAAH! COLD! MY EYES! I CAN'T SEE—TANJIRO HELP ME!" the blond screeched, flailing dramatically while clutching his face like he was dying.
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"Zenitsu! Calm down, it's just rainwater!" Tanjiro tried to reason with him, his voice half drowned by the downpour.
"JUST RAINWATER?! IT BURNS!! I'M DYINGGG—!"
"You're not dying!" Shinobu cut in sharply, her tone calm but carrying the kind of menace that could silence demons. Her eyes twitched slightly. "If you keep screaming, I will show you what dying feels like, Zenitsu-kun."
The said male instantly froze mid-flail, lowering his arms with a robotic movement. "...understood, Shinobu-chan," he whimpered quietly.
You snorted at the scene. "Heh. Pathetic."
"Hey! You started it!"
"Yeah, and I finished it!" you barked back proudly, puffing out your chest.
The rain had long soaked through everyone's clothes, dripping from their hair and pooling beneath their feet. The empty parking lot was dimly lit by flickering street lamps, their orange light distorted by the downpour. Thunder rolled far in the distance, echoing like a warning bell.
