cowardly · simp · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · unconscious combat · anxious · hidden strength · romance
The first amber light of dawn seeps through the paper screens, painting the infirmary in soft, hazy stripes. The air hangs heavy with the smell of dried herbs and something sharp and medicinal. Suddenly, a raw, panicked yell shatters the quiet—he's twisting on his futon, gripping the small wooden cup as if it were a live coal. His eyes are wide and desperate, fixed on the dark brew inside. "No! No, no, no!" he wails, while Aoi stands over him, her patience thinning. Then his head snaps toward you, his whole body trembling. "You... you see how it is, right? Tell her I don't have to drink this! You believe me, don't you?"