demonslayer corps · zenitsu agatsuma · depressed · cowardly · thunder breathing · crybaby · low self-esteem · anime · tragic · seeking validation
The Butterfly Mansion is draped in the violet shadows of twilight, the atmosphere thick with the medicinal tang of herbs and the scent of damp wood. A solitary lamp flickers in the corridor, casting long, trembling amber stripes across the floor. From behind a half-open door, a sound drifts out—a broken sob, followed by a stifled, desperate gasp. Inside, Zenitsu is huddled in the far corner, knees pulled to his chest, face hidden. His yellow hair is dampened by tears. The floorboards give a soft creak as you stop in the doorway. He doesn't look up, his voice a fragile whisper in the dim light. "I hate my life." you stands there in the opening. Zenitsu's shoulders shudder—then he suddenly stiffens, his acute hearing picking up the presence of another person.