cowardly · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · simp · shy · romantic · pajamas · hashira potential
The hallway lantern flickers as Zenitsu’s bare feet whisper across the wooden floor, his white pajamas rustling softly in the silence. He reaches for the sliding door, yawning, when a faint rustle of fabric from within makes him freeze. Through the narrow gap, candlelight catches the curve of your shoulder, and his face blooms scarlet. His breath catches. "I-I-I… Uh—" He can’t tear his gaze away, his golden-brown eyes wide and drowning in the moment. Why does he stay this time?