Journeys were difficult. Either someone was oblivious or you just did not know who you wanted to marry. You seemed to get flustered by everyone no matter what gender. You were a disaster in all ways. Zenitsu did not know it at first, but now whenever Tanjiro touched him, he did not freak out. He lay his head on Tanjiro's shoulder while blushing profusely. Zenitsu did not know whether the Demon Slayer liked it or not, but it was clear that he liked it in a friendly embrace kind of way.

Nezuko eyed Zenitsu from a distance. Even being the crybaby that he was and being chased by him every day, her sweet pink eyes showed nothing but the same affection that Zenitsu showed towards her- except it was not as intense. How he longed to be embraced by her… feel her all over… all with Nezuko's consent of course. Although Zenitsu was not sure how he was gonna do that. Just not yet.

"Zenitsu, you've been quiet," Tanjiro finally said, breaking the silence as the three were walking. He still had the wooden box tightly strapped to his back which contained his sister, the demon and the love of Zenitsu's life. Only this time it was different - way different. "Is something on your mind?"

Zenitsu blushed in a gay panic. He flailed his arms like a fucking idiot as he freaked out even more. He lived to see Tanjiro laugh, which to his amusement, Tanjiro let out a soft chuckle. That broke Zenitsu, falling to the ground.

"Are you sure you're OK?" Tanjiro said, holding out his hand to help Zenitsu up. "You're always terrified of something, but it's very unusual that you're quiet. You're usually very… very…" What was that term he heard the Hashira once use? Oh yes. Flamboyant. "Flamboyant," he said with his usual sweet smile.

Zenitsu's face lit up red as he closed his eyes, feeling his way around for Tanjiro's kind hand. Once he found it, he allowed Tanjiro to pull him up. It felt so natural and yet so scary at the same time. He wondered why the hell he did that and if it was so unusual that he felt this way about his best friend.

He opened his eyes, looking in Inosuke's direction. Inosuke turned away coldly. There goes the only person that may understand. Then Zenitsu got an idea.

"Inosuke, try not to kill me!" he cried. "But I think you're the only one I can trust with this information!"

Inosuke, in his usual boar head, turned in Zenitsu's direction. "Why the hell would I try to scare you? You're always scared. It's no fun anymore."

Zenitsu rolled his eyes. "You still do it, though," he said.

Taking off his boar head, Inosuke wore a smile upon his feminine face. "You like Tanjiro, don't you?"

Zenitsu blushed. "N-no way! Why would I like him? I only chase him because he protects his sister like she's a special item to him… which is kinda true since they're family and all. But c'mon! It's not like I like him! I like Nezuko, dammit! Nezuko and Nezuko only!"

Inosuke's expression changed.

"What the hell is up with that face!?" Zenitsu cried. "It's like you know something that I don't!"

"Because it's obvious no matter how much you try to deny it," Inosuke said. He patted his hand on the concrete next to him. "Sit here. Let's talk."

"Damn. That's new for you," Zenitsu said.

"What are you getting at!?" Inosuke shouted, standing up and raising his jagged katanas. "I'll kill your motherfucking ass!"

Zenitsu trembled and whimpered, tears streaming down his face like a frightened child.

"You're such a fucking baby," Inosuke said. "But whatever. Tell me."

"I don't like Tanjiro!" Zenitsu cried, closing his eyes and blushing.

Inosuke held up his blades to Zenitsu's neck. "Don't expect Tanjiro to come to your aid. You tell me or I slit your neck."

Still sobbing and trembling in fear, Zenitsu tried his best to escape the blade. But it was no use as Inosuke was so close to his face right now. Zenitsu felt hot with fear and how close Inosuke was to his face.

"It's like I thought," Inosuke said, backing away. "You can't tell me. No matter how much you try to deny it, it'll come back to bite you in the end. Trust me. Karma never lies."

"Wh-wh-what's karma?" Zenitsu asked, still trembling with snot dripping from his nose.

"UGH! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" Inosuke swore. He sighed. "Something that happens as a result of your actions. And wipe your shit! You're practically a fucking adult now! You can't go around acting like that!"

Nezuko emerged from the box and raced towards Zenitsu. Within her bamboo muzzle, she attempted to say in clear speech for some odd reason, "I think he's cute that way!"

Inosuke grasped his katanas and aggressively slashed the air. "Oh yeah!? Come fucking fight me, you goddamn demon! Let's see who fucking wins!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Settle down!" Tanjiro said. "What's gotten into you two?"

"He's just Inosuke being Inosuke," said Zenitsu.

As Nezuko came close to him, Zenitsu's face flushed red. He turned towards her, blushing as he grabbed her hands in his.

"D-damn, I-I never thought we'd get here, honestly," Zenitsu said with a nervous laugh. "But here we are. You and me… in love… about to get married soon. Don't you feel the same for me, beautiful?"

Nezuko smiled cutely.

"Well, that's an answer!" Zenitsu said. "And damn, is it quite an answer! Sometimes an expression says it all!" He smiled. "Say, Nezuko-chan, wanna do it later?"

Nezuko wore a confused expression.

"Oh, uh… it's not important," Zenitsu said.

Inosuke crossed his arms. "You really are a mess," he said.

Zenitsu challenged Inosuke. "What's wrong with being a mess!? If I'm a mess, then yes, I do like Tanjiro and cannot imagine a life without him! Hell, do you know how many fucking times he's protected me? I don't know either because nobody can count that high. And so what if I like Nezuko too? So what if I chase both of them? Give me a break! I've already had enough!"

Tanjiro blinked his eyes, looking at Zenitsu. "Is that all true?" he asked.

Zenitsu blushed and turned away. "O-of c-c-course not!" he said, flustered as hell. He sighed. "You'd never understand. You lost your family and of course you're straight. I won't waste my time with both you and Nezuko. It would be nice if I could be in a relationship with both of you, but I understand if you don't want to."

Tanjiro looked at Zenitsu. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Because… because I was afraid," Zenitsu said, sniffing as snot dragged down his nose.

Tanjiro knelt down beside Zenitsu, putting a comforting arm around him. "Afraid of what?" he said calmly.

Zenitsu sobbed into Tanjiro's arms, which embraced him in a hug. It seemed like Tanjiro did not mind a bit of snot getting on his Demon Slayer uniform.

"Shh, shh. It's OK, Zenitsu. Let it all out," Tanjiro said.

"I-I was afraid because I thought you'd reject me!" Zenitsu finally cried, wiping his snot and tears with one of the sleeves of his haori.

Tanjiro held onto Zenitsu's shoulders. "You're my friend," he said. "I'll never reject you."

Zenitsu sniffed. "Do you think… do you think it might be possible if…?"

"If what?" Tanjiro asked.

"If I married both you and Nezuko?" Zenitsu asked.

Inosuke frantically shook his head, which in response Tanjiro shot an icy glare his way. Pissed, Inosuke crossed his arms and sulked down. "Fine," he said. "You do you. Just don't get me involved in your affairs."

"Affairs!? Who the fuck said anything about affairs!?" Zenitsu shouted.

Ignoring the feud between Zenitsu and Inosuke, Tanjiro gave Zenitsu a sweet smile. "I'm not sure," he said. "But if Tengen can do it, maybe we have a shot?"

"That would be incest on your part, Tanjiro Kamado," Inosuke retorted.

Tanjiro was flustered. "There's no way in hell I'm marrying my sister! I would never do something that low and you fucking know it! I'm just agreeing to be part of Zenitsu's life more so than ever! I think he needs that and not your bitching and moaning all the damn time!"

"Forget I ever said anything then," Inosuke said. "I'll shut up."

Tanjiro took Zenitsu's hands in his and for the first time in his life, actually blushed at him. Zenitsu blushed as well. It was completely accurate to say that both boys were now tomatoes.

"Is it true that if we do marry, will that mean that while I'm also married to your sister…," Zenitsu said.

"Uh, I-I don't think that'll be incest because I won't be married to her," Tanjiro said. "I only agreed to marry you while she was married to you. It would make you happy, wouldn't it?"

Zenitsu plopped on Tanjiro, leaning in close. Tanjiro blushed, backing away.

"Wh-what are you d-d-doing?" stammered Tanjiro.

"I thought you were OK with everything," Zenitsu said. Tears welled up in his eyes. "But if you aren't, it's fine by me."

"No, no! That's not what I meant! Please, Zenitsu! Listen!" Tanjiro said. He grasped Zenitsu's arm and held it up to his face. "What I meant to say is that I was a little… OK, I was surprised when you were about to kiss me. What I meant to say is that I wasn't expecting that action all of a sudden, if you get what I mean."

Nezuko smiled her usual cute smile and jumped in the middle of them, removing her bamboo muzzle.

Tanjiro, instantly realizing this, began freaking out. "Nezuko, what the hell are you doing!? Put that back on! It could be dangerous!"

Nezuko smiled. "I don't eat humans, remember? Plus, I have full control now."

Tanjiro smiled. "Oh shit. That's right," he said. "Come here to your older brother."

Nezuko gladly joined them both, her mouth watering. She ignored it, allowing Zenitsu to kiss both of their cheeks at the exact same time.

Zenitsu blushed. It was like he was in Heaven, if such a place ever existed. Life was different since he decided to come out and it was… nice. He felt like he could really be himself now. So he did just that.

He pinned Tanjiro to the ground, who was flustered.

"Th-this isn't like you, Zenitsu!" Tanjiro cried. But he allowed it all to happen anyway as the feeling of Zenitsu's kiss on his lips made him forget everything. It was like Tanjiro was in a state of bliss along with Zenitsu when he finally agreed to kiss him back. It was all so sudden, but he did it. Damn, they were brave.

Next, Zenitsu pinned Nezuko to the ground, making her urge more difficult to manage. But she knew she could do it. Instead of biting when Zenitsu pressed his lips against hers, she responded with a kiss of her own.

Soon enough they all were married, Zenitsu and Nezuko being the ones to engage in activities to produce another Demon Slayer. That Demon Slayer was a young girl- a young girl who would grow up to become an Ice Demon Slayer named Hayami Agatsuma.