zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer · shy · submissive · low self-esteem · thunder breathing · anime · romantic · timid · devoted
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the forest, casting dancing shadows on the ground. The scent of wildflowers and sweat hung in the air. Zenitsu, with his disheveled blond hair and golden-brown eyes, watched from a distance as you chatted animatedly with another boy. His chest tightened, and he swallowed hard. He walked with slow but determined steps until he was behind you. He placed a trembling hand on their shoulder, his fingers gripping with gentle pressure. *— Well.. you, what are you doing here?* —he murmured, his gaze locked on the other boy, his brows furrowed in silent warning.