Scissors- Zenitsu
Believe it or not there was a reason that deep within Zenitsu's soul, where his spiritual core could be found, that boy had found him with scissors. who'd had the bad luck of entering had seen it but never found out why, out of anything was Zenitsu's soul himself with a pair of scissors.
The answer was simple really. Zenitsu had a really quite personal attachment to them. It was complicated though.
It was a long time ago, before he'd ever even heard of demon slayers and all that stuff. He was hanging out with his best friend and unintentional enemy, Kaigaku. Zenitsu never knew how to speak to him, they just somehow kept running into each other. Like some sort of curse. Either way it never ended well. At the time Zenitsu was trying to convince Kaigaku to help Zenitsu find a new girlfriend, after the last one had stolen all their money and ran off somewhere. Maybe Kaigaku had a point. Zenitsu probably should have listened to him on that one. Either way it turned into an argument, if it ever was anything but that. Kaigaku was furious, as he often was "you must be joking, you're ruining both our lives with your dumb girlfriends" he yelled, or something like that. Zenitsu wasn't very clever back then, he still isn't now but at least he isn't as bad so without a real though Zenitsu had yelled back "your just jealous" that wasn't true. Zenitsu never believed that. but for some reason Kaigaku did. maybe he was jealous, not of Zenitsu but just a jealous person all together. It set him off no matter how ridiculous of a claim it was.
Kaigaku threw a pair of scissors at him. who knows where they'd come from. They hit Zenitsu right in the chest. He wasn't injured too badly, it was the words that hurt him most as Kaigaku stormed off "go cut yourself with them, at least you'd look better" that was the first time he'd heard something like that off him. somehow, he'd never realised that the two of them were never really friends in the first place until that point. Zenitsu kept hold of the scissors from then on. They meant something to him in some sort of way not even he understood. Occasionally he did choose to look at them and consider what Kaigaku had said. Maybe he should? But what would the point be? It was just words said in anger. At least that's what Zenitsu wanted to believe, that it was just anger with no real meaning.
From then on Zenitsu used them to cut his hair into that choppy hairstyle that he had always seemed to keep weirdly straight. In all honesty he was probably cutting it more than he should. You'd never catch him with dead ends. Purely because it was like an addiction, cutting things up, with his own scissors or even just any. He didn't know why. Maybe he just liked the feeling of having something, the putting it right in between the blades of his scissors, then slowly closing in on it. until it was trapped, being forced apart by the scissors he was pushing together. He watched as it was torn in two. Pushing it to his arm next, knowing what to do.
