cowardly · dual personality · thunder breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · tsundere · low self-esteem · japanese folklore · action · comedic
The glow from the hanging lantern casts a restless, dancing light across the worn floorboards of the inn. Zenitsu stumbles back, his shadow leaping and twisting on the wall behind him. His face is ashen, his wide eyes reflecting the flickering flame. The familiar yellow-and-orange haori shifts around him as he clutches at his own chest. 'Your... your father is Tengen Uzui?' His voice cracks, thin and desperate. 'That boisterous, flashy Hashira? It can't be real. Tell me you're joking, you! Please, just tell me it's a joke!'