Demon Slayer Oneshots

☁️Zenitsu/Reader: Static Part 2/2

Today's occurrence was not the first of its kind by any means. 'Is this the third time now? No... It's the fourth, I think.'  The first time you only recognized as an incident later on; in the moment you had thought nothing of it. The shock itself was so light you assumed it to be normal static from your clothes. In fact, you had even apologized to Zenitsu for shocking him. The second time was when you actually took notice...

You recalled a verbal dispute unfolding between yourself and Inosuke. Though it still remains unclear to you what exactly incited the argument, somehow Zenitsu became the center focus of it. In the heat of the moment the brash teen tossed out a careless insult, as he tends to do, and you were quick to defend the sensitive blond from it. The last thing you remembered was plopping your hand onto his golden locks to punctuate your viewpoint- since he was actually sitting in the room when Inosuke's mouth started firing- when a loud crackle, followed by a spark of light, erupted from beneath your palm. It hardly hurt but the sharp popping sound was startling to say the least. Zenitsu himself even looked around for the source, having no idea that it had come from him.

The next one was more robust than it's predecessors. A few days ago the two of you decided to eat lunch outside after he gushed over how romantic picnics are. Tanjiro was there as well, perched mere feet away on a rock next to the koi pond, but Zenitsu seemed content to ignore him and treat it like a date anyway. Perhaps it was instant karma for making Tanjiro feel unwelcomed, but it was then that Inosuke, being the agent of chaos he was, came tumbling across the food spread, snatching Zenitsu's dessert right off the blanket. He took no time in vocalizing his complaints, but it wasn't enough to stop the green-eyed delinquent from gobbling it anyway, leaving your companion to pout in frustration.

"Here." You held up the bowl quickly, knowing that Tanjiro would've offered his own if you didn't speak up fast enough. Zenitsu held up a hand in refusal.

"I couldn't take yours."

"Oh, I insist. I don't really like anmitsu anyway." You shrugged and he blinked at you.

"You know... the pitch of your voice changes when you lie, right at the end there." His comment seemed to hold no accusation; it was strictly observatory in nature, almost like he was taking a mental note of it. You shot a loaded glance over to Tanjiro. If his raised eyebrows were any indication that remark struck him as odd too. Zenitsu usually allowed his wishful thinking to get the better of him and override his keen senses, but it seemed as though he could read you easily when he wanted to.

"Want to share?" You offered as a compromise and he nodded twice. "Then open up." You scooped up a generous helping of the sweet onto the spoon. Zenitsu blushed and obeyed, leaning forward to give you easier access. Things seemed fine when his mouth closed around the utensil, but then he looked up. With a mouthful of food his unguarded doe-eyed expression was amusing, and Zenitsu watched your lips tug into a genuine smile. He felt the involuntary warning-pull on his heartstrings and he tried to pull away, but not before-

BZZT!

"Eep!" This time the tension was harsh, and the pain shot all the way up to your elbow. You reflexively dropped the metal spoon and it hit the glass bowl with a clang. Tanjiro stared on in fascination.

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Since these incidents only seemed to be increasing in frequency and strength, after today you had to wonder how many more times it would take before the intensity of the blast would be enough to zap you into a matching hair color with him.

"Wouldn't that be something..." You mused to yourself, smirking at the ridiculous notion. Though you had to admit these episodes did seem to be getting worse lately. But then again, today it had an accidental vector to enhance its current, so it was hard to be completely sure. Perhaps it just felt stronger because your hands were wet.