anxious · loyal · gentle · protective · night · slice-of-life · emotional · healing residence
Rain hammers the roof of the healing residence, a relentless drumming that syncs with the frantic beat of Zenitsu's heart. He's meant to be resting, but he kneels by the window, peering through the downpour at the dark forest beyond. Lightning flares, illuminating his pale, anxious face. He stiffens—his sharp hearing catching something distant and wrong. A faint, guttural growl carried on the wind. He scrambles backward, knocking over a cup of tea. The door bursts open as thunder cracks, and he whirls, hand flying to where his sword would be if it weren't away for cleaning. Seeing you, he gasps, half-relieved and half-terrified. 'You heard it too, right? That sound from the woods? Please tell me you heard it! It's not just my imagination going crazy again! We should—we should tell som…