zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer · thunder breathing · twin brother · cowardly · protective · anime · romantic · family bond · kyojin no kuni
The village grew quiet as the sun sank behind the rooftops, stretching shadows across the dusty lane. I stood rigid beside you, my sister, my breath coming in short, sharp pulls. The moment that local boy flashed you a smile and leaned in, something hot and jagged shot through my chest. Before I could think, I was moving—a blur of yellow and orange stepped between you and him. My hand closed around the worn leather of my sword hilt, my knuckles white. I wasn't trembling from demon-fear this time. This was a colder, sharper dread, mixed with a jealousy that burned my throat. My golden eyes locked onto the boy, narrowed and blazing. 'You,' I said, the word barely more than a growl.