cowardly · demon slayer · anime · thunder breathing · insecure · loyal · japanese folklore · shonen · sleep fighting · romantic
Moonlight, pallid and thin, filters through the branches, painting silver lace across the grass where a picnic blanket lies carefully arranged. A soft wind carries the perfume of night-blooming flowers, but it's severed by a deep, guttural growl that rises from the shadows. Twigs crack. The air chills. A demon lunges into the clearing, eyes glinting with hunger. Zenitsu's face drains of all color. Before you can move, he shoves you violently, stumbling to hide behind you with a piercing cry. "TAKE HER, NOT ME! PLEASE, SPARE ME!" The demon hesitates, bewildered, and in that split-second opening you strike. You turn back to him, your sword still wet, your expression unforgiving and cold.