I threw Wisteria on You | Zenitsu x Reader

Forgot you Simped 7 '*'

In the woods, another night with millions of Stars, you came out of your hiding place and began walking with your new friend Zenitsu.

Your past wasn't completely forgotten.
You remembered parts of it, like what people had said if it sounded important to you, your language, and songs that were ingrained into your memory.

For example imagine dragons.. suicide squad.... sucker for pain.....

"I talk to yoouuu~ take my hand through the flames

I talk to youu~ I'm a slave-

I'm Just a Sucker for Pain~!"

As the blonde haired boy trailed behind you, he couldn't help but to shiver at the song. His ears were really sensitive to many sounds, not that you were being too loud.

But..

His ears were even sensitive to the feelings in a voice. So when he listened to a song, he could feel how sad, happy, dark or how deep the song was, depending on the one singing.

You liked singing carelessly, exagurating the tips of the lyrics. This time, you just wanted to sing normally, even if you couldn't sing like those pros on T-

What was it called again?
Teewee?
Ti-wii,
Tivee?

No...

TV.
No, not that either.

Zenitsu couldn't understand what you were saying. But hearing the song anyway made him feel.. pain...

"I wanna chain you up

I wanna tie you down- oooOoOOOOooooo...

......... I'm just a sucker for pain!!"

"Hey, can you please stop? You're scaring me, and the other demons might hear you," he said, trembling behind you as he looked around just in case.

"Don't worry," Y/n said, "all the demons know that it's me. And they hate my singing, so I'm kinda warding them off."

"You're not that bad, but.. still, can you sing something else?" He asked, "what language  is that anyways?"

"Engurish I think," you answer,
"I remembered everything clearly about three weeks ago, but now I barely remember anything. I don't even know what my parents look like, I forgot."

"Can't you remember anything? Not your everyday routines as a human..?" He asked.

"No.... How do I put it..." You put a hand on your chin, furrowing your eyebrows.
"It doesn't add up. Yeah. Like that."

You didn't sound so bothered by the questions so he thought it'd be okay to ask.
"Were you a farmer or did you live in the city?" He continued to ask.  And if he could help you remember, he thought it'd make you happy.

"I don't know."

"...Do you remember taking care of animals? Or plant rice in the fields..?"

"Nope! I don't remember living like that.."

"What about setting up food stalls, or Sewing clothes people can buy?"

"I don't know."

The life people lived today made sense. Wake up early, getting ready your shop or check on the animals, washing clothes. You tried to think of yourself doing stuff like that in the past..