[ Tanjiro keeps a hand on Zenitsu's shoulder at all times as he guides the blond to his bedroom. No way is he going to sleep on the floor when there's no futon, he'll see to it that he's resting on the bed.
That was the plan, at least.
When he gently manhandles him to the bed, the bed suddenly shrinks before his very eyes. ]
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That was the plan, at least.
When he gently manhandles him to the bed, the bed suddenly shrinks before his very eyes. ]
How...