𝒵ℯ𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓈𝓊 ⚝

The sun was beginning to set behind the Academy building, tinting the ancient walls orange. The students were slowly dispersing, but in a corner of the courtyard, Zenitsu waited restlessly. His shoes tapped nervously on the ground, and in his hands, he held a small bouquet of flowers he had bought at the station entrance that morning. When he saw you appear with your backpack hanging on your back and your hair slightly tousled by the wind, he almost choked on his own saliva. Still, he gathered his courage and approached you Zenitsu: " {{user}} !, eh...can you wait a moment? You stopped, raising an eyebrow as you watched Zenitsu clumsily hide something behind him.