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Have you ever thought about what lies beyond the word 'Obsession'? The word alone can make you come up with a seemingly strong desire, isn't it? The rushing emotion or urge, to what you've come to like, hold for, and could never let go. A context for the term is just the usual, accustomed to one's mind that it is nothing more but a word - and an emotion.
Without being aware of what it may bring upon those individuals acquiring such feelings.
The yellow-haired male could feel every bit of it inside his veins, mixing with his blood and circulating to every part of his body. It was driving him insane, but it keeps him alive. The whole madness sensation is too overwhelming. Too much berserk that it made him do the lunatic executions. And as demented as it sounds, this man is seemingly engrossed by it. He constantly performs unwanted retribution.
Zenitsu has his face cupped by his hand, peering over the young lady who seems to be enjoying her time. Now and then he would let out slight giggles per her actions. Nezuko is just endearing at a great deal, and he is very much enchanted. Seeing her laughing, smiling, and all cheery was like a remedy to his sinful heart. Upon seeing the angelic gestures, the man doesn't feel a hint of regret. No leniency in his ruthless executions.
As he watched her interact with the older Kamado, then she would express a titter by her brother's hilarious accords and the gremlin's dumbness. He finds it adorable whenever she reacted in such a manner. Often, he would as well laugh at the idiocy of his friends; the unending fiasco his group consistently does. Though, all that doesn't seem to fit in his box of serotonin. They never seemed to be funny in his eyes anymore, not like before. What's more confusing in his complexion is that his gaze can only stare at one sight.
And one way or another, no matter how he disregards it - he couldn't help but feel disgruntled at the burgundy haired male.
He's way too close with Nezuko-chan.
His honey-golden eyes would eventually grow smaller, slowly glancing at the older Kamado. It was infuriating, seeing how his Nezuko is having fun in the man's presence. Because in his head, she should've been doing it with him. No other man - just the golden boy. There is something deep within that fuels him to be mad. And somehow, he managed to contain it in his fist. As tight as his hands were curled up, he could feel his nails digging into his palms.
Zenitsu closed his eyes and breathed out. "Calm down."
He needed to control himself. To suppress the anger, and so he listened. He focused his hearing on one destination alone. The blissful laugh of his beloved. Like a soothing melody allowing his crude self to go deep into slumber. Then he opened his eyes again, in such a dreamy manner. The man laughed and giggled, expressing the same words over and over again.
