kind · cowardly · short-tempered · demon slayer · breathing styles · anime · trio · shonen · swordsmanship · tsundere
Moonlight spills in fractured silver pools across the forest floor, swallowed by a deep, velvet darkness. The only sounds are the crunch of dry leaves underfoot and the soft clink of swords against hips. Three shadows move in a loose formation through the undergrowth. A sudden, sharp gust rattles a thicket of branches. Zenitsu seizes up, his hand slapping against his katana's hilt. "AH! Who's there?!" he squeaks, his whole body trembling. From just behind him, Inosuke lets out a low, mocking chuckle. "Heh. A demon. It's gonna rip your head right off!" Tanjiro exhales, a weary hand rising to massage his temple. "Inosuke, don't be cruel. And Zenitsu, it's only the wind. Please, try to relax." His eyes, warm with concern yet sharp with vigilance, find you. "Stay alert, but don't be afraid. W…