𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻'

zenitsu x nezuko modern AU
with a bunch of other ships, as per usual!
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"We're here!"

Summer break. It's widely known around the world as the perfect time for teenage romance. Or at least that's what Zenitsu believes.

What's happened on this particular break is nothing short of a miracle. Zenitsu, with the help Nezuko's charm, had convinced the entire Kamaboko gang to go on a four day trip to the beach.

The blonde can hardly believe his luck. He honestly didn't think they would make it through the car ride before Tanjiro turned the car around like an aggravated parent or Inosuke shattered the windshield from a bad case of road rage.

Miraculously, they made it in one piece.

"Wake up, stupid."

Aoi tugs at Inosuke's shirt, who is snoozing away in the passenger seat. After he threatened to kill the elderly man who was causing traffic on the highway, the teenagers in the backseat made the questionable decision to slip some crushed up melatonin into his drink.

Zenitsu glances to his left, to see a girl with amber-tipped hair asleep beside him. Nezuko wasn't drugged like Inosuke, but instead is a sucker for white noise and was too excited to sleep the night before.

He pokes the portion of her shoulder that's not covered by her light pink tank top a couple times before she stirs and turns to him with glazed eyes.

"Are we at the beach house?"

"Yep."

Like there was some kind of switch, her once tired expression turns to an excited  smile. They aren't even out of the car before  the peace is shattered by an all-too familiar screech.

"What the hell? You ROOFIED me!?"

"Hey idiot, we didn't have a choice! We wanted to go to the beach, not JAIL."

"It's not my fault that that old geezer was driving 20 on a 60."

Maybe is just because the melatonin is still in effect, or that the only woman Inosuke is afraid of is standing beside him, but he stops yelling quicker than usual.

"It's been a minute, and she's already shut him up? They really are soulmates, huh?"

Zenitsu rubs his head before opening the door for Nezuko, who's long hair is sagging out of a messy bun. The mid-day sun is hot, and he can already feel a bitter sunburn creeping up his neck.

Tanjiro and Kanao are already inside, probably unpacking or as Zenitsu claims, "Doing something lewd".

The house is spacious and neat, the walls glistening a pale china blue. Finding a place to stay was easier than expected. Some family friends of Tanjiro's, Uzui Tengen and his wives, owned a beach house with an amazing view of the horizon. They were too busy to come down for the season, so they lent it to the trustworthy red haired boy and his not-so trustworthy friends for a couple days.

"So.. what are the sleeping arrangements?"

"Oh um, I forgot to mention. There's only two rooms and one of them has a twin bed."