*blushes endlessly*

sooooo, Zeno

it’s time for your interview 👀

what is your favorite thing about Kitari? it can be anything 😌

“Outwardly, her eyes, no questions asked. Inwardly, how soft and sweet she is :D”

(He wanted to say everything, but that was unfortunately not an option 😔 “>:P”)

What’s your fave physical trait abt Zeno?

(Question for mod and muse)

“H-his hair, o-or maybe his eyes.. E-everything about him is perfect so it’s really hard to choose…”

(I agree with Tari🥰💕 also i’m sorry i took so long-)

*shy bby*

(awhhh🥰)

Uhm

I wanted to draw one of my fav ocs ever 👉👈

*hands to you gently*

srry that the skin tone is off and that it’s a little wonky 😭 after coloring the skin I decided I just wanted to shade in one color—

Her hair is so fun to draw omg

SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY OMG SKFJWKFWKFMNFNF YESSSSSSSSS AAAAAAAA MY BABYYYYYYY @ask-zeno-arakawa LOOK HOW PRETTY SHE ISSSSSSSSSS

(same- i want forehead kisses so bad-)

*She nuzzles into him with a soft smile and starts purring softly*

(sure!:D i have an idea for a kimetsu academy one:3 basically Kitari and Tatsuo are both new and they meet our bbys Tatsuo likes Milo so uhh DRAMA-)

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

(THEY ARE OMG- ROMANTIC FOREHEAD KISSES GIVE ME BUTTERFLIES)

*She relaxes more in his comforting embrace and falls asleep, very drained by what happened*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

(yeah!>:3)

*She relaxes and snuggles up to him* “I love you…”

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

“Y-you aren’t upset with me for going out into the sun…? A-and for this scar…?” *It’s been drilled into her ever since she was born that she has to apologize for pretty much anything and scars take away from beauty, they make a person ugly*

(frick Tari’s parents 😇)

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

*She calms down a bit when she can’t see the scar anymore* “I-I-I’m sorry..!��� *She squeaks out through her tears*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

*She’s completely healed except… for a large scar on her left arm. She looks down at the scar and starts crying*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

(ooo yeah🫢 that actually gives me a fic idea-)

*She nods shakily and hugs him*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

*She rolls over to him and clings onto his arm, very shaken by what had happened. She’s awake and there are scared tears in her eyes*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

*She’s trembling slightly as she shrinks and relaxes in his arms. She’s slowly drifting off to sleep as she clings onto him*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

(fr😌)

*Kitari relaxes as the burns start to fade away. Wait- but the sun is still touching her-? She clings onto him tiredly since that took a lot out of her*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

*She cries out in pain and tries to move back inside but she’s in too much pain to move*

(it’ll all just fade away after a minute- SHE’LL BE FINEEEEE)

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

(here we go>:3 it’s sun conquering time:D)

*Kitari wakes up and she’s so groggy that she doesn’t realize the sun is up and before Zeno can stop her she gets up to go get some flowers since she’s hungry*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

(AWHHHHHH)

*Kitari sleeps so well that she almost doesn’t want to wake up*

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)

*She blushes and subconsciously hides her face in his chest*

(kk:3 and fr-🥹)

(same so it’s ok:3)

*It was some random evening in mid August. The air was hot and stuffy even though the sun had already set. The steady sounds of crickets chirping filled the air along with the almost silent noise of a futon blanket ruffling around. Zeno was currently laying in bed as he had been for the past two days, trying to get comfortable. He’d been sick with a fever for said two days and was having his normal sleep problems. He sighed and adjusted to lay on his back as he heard the door slide open. He knew it was probably Kitari coming to change the washcloth that was supposed to be on his forehead, but he had thrown it off because it had gotten cold. He closed his eyes and blew his hair out of his face before turning towards the sweet demon who had been caring for him.*

(@ask-zeno-arakawa) (Omg I’m so proud of this. I’m leaving btw, so I won’t respond for a while.)

*Kitari crouches down next to Zeno and places the back of her cold hand to Zeno’s forehead* “A-are you feeling any better…?” *She asks softly, worry evident on her face growing more intense at the heat from his forehead* “Why did you take the rag off of your forehead…?” *She asks worriedly as she picks it up with her other hand*

(it’s amazing 😌💕 alrighty<3 take your time, there’s no rush 🥰💕)