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There's a common misconception that the night is quiet.
It's true that the day is overrun by the chirping of birds, high-pitched clicking of cicadas, and bustling of every human around, but the night had sounds of its own.
Zenitsu knew this all too well.
The hum of the crickets, as their chirps blended together, the distinct call of the katydids, and if Zenitsu was really unlucky, the shriek of a distant fox.
Zenitsu was aware that he feared a lot of things, but nothing at night made his skin crawl more than the sounds he heard from foxes. Like a pained scream, straight from a horror film. Really, truly! Zenitsu swore he'd willingly pick a fight with a demon before a fox any day. That's how far he'd trust his ears.
There wasn't a day Zenitsu doubted the sounds he heard.
But he came close, one night. When he collapsed onto his bed after a long mission with Tanjiro and Inosuke.
And barely, just barely, he heard a sound come from something he'd never expected:
The moon.
And it whispered,
"Zenitsu," like it knew him. As if it knew him so fondly, that he was the only reason it hovered over the Earth in the first place.
But he knew, if the moon was talking to him, it must've had a reason, and so he listened.