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Endless Masquerades

Zenitsu had never really worried about being nervous, but this was completely different. He climbed from the car beside Tanjirou and his date. The Duke had been a pleasant individual, gladly willing to lend an outfit and mask for the ball. Zenitsu had never felt so special than in that moment. His blond hair was done into a tight ponytail, trailing his back. His mask was shaped similar to a lighting bolt, matching his yellow and off brown attire. Tanjirou had chosen the outfit for him, so he never once thought about complaining. He felt in debt once more to Tanjirou, honestly.

The three moved up the stairs together, Zenitsu simply listening to the chatter around them. He was not used to parties, truthfully. His mother never allowed him to attend them, let alone when they were thrown in his own home. He was locked away and hidden. 

"You in there, Zenitsu?" The blond recoiled, snapping focus as he nodded. It earned a slight chuckle from Tanjirou's date, the male smiling widely. His voice was soft, yet firm. It held a unique warmth.

"I've been told this is your first ever ball, am I correct?"

"Yes sir." There was once more a rough laugh.

"Enough with the 'sir' title. Just call me Kyoujurou. Kyoujurou Rengoku. If you'd like, I can introduce you to some of my friends." Zenitsu pondered upon accepting, but declined politely. The Duke smirked, shrugging it off. He gave Tanjirou a short kiss before heading inside, the two entering the massive building.

The floor was filled with countless bodies, Tanjirou dragging Zenitsu off to one of the sides. He never questioned what they were doing, just went along with it. Which was his first mistake. One drink had been a struggle for him to accept, but one turned into far too many. At some point, Zenitsu lost the ability to think clearly. Which had its perks. He was more open, for example. As well as more blunt. His confidence had a overall boost as well. He was nearly a different person, yet still the same old Zenitsu.

Tanjirou finished another drink before he glanced toward the blond. He'd always been good with alcohol, but Zenitsu was a lightweight. He perked his lips, pressing his finger to the others cheek. The blond squinted, sighing before Tanjirou spoke up. His tone was slightly worried, but also just relaxed.

"You good? I didn't bring you here to sulk, you know..."

"I know that... I just feel so out of place... And tired... And warm... It's really hot in here, actually!" Tanjirou chuckled, leaning back in his chair. He could smell a familiar scent, ruining his mood. Zenitsu was far too out of it to care, so Tanjirou took the initiative. 

"'Tch' To think you idiots actually had the nerve to come here. How did you even get an invitation?"

"Well, well! Kaigaku, pleasure to speak with you again. Or not. Look, don't know what you're here to say, but save it. We are enjoying our time, so pester someone else. Also, tell that witch of a mother I quit." The male scowled, his foot stepping slightly forward. He only hesitated once a strong voice Tanjirou loved so much came into earshot.

"My darling, how are you doing? Is this lad bothering you?" Kaigaku took a step back, frowning as Tanjirou hummed. 

"Maybe, maybe not. He's Zenitsu ass of a brother." The Duke scanned the other before humming as well.

"They look nothing alike, I must say. How about you leave them alone, huh? You'd not desire to cause a scene, am I right?" The other male nodded, breaking away as Kyoujurou tilted his head to the side. He viewed Zenitsu, who he could tell was hammered. "You're a terrible influence."