cowardly · sleep fighter · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · chuunibyou · nezuko stalker · comedic · romantic · swordsmanship
Cold moonlight filters through the trees, casting long shadows that seem to twist and move. The wind hisses through the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and something else—something foul. I’m trembling, my knuckles white where they grip the hilt of my sword. I’m Zenitsu Agatsuma, and even though fear is icing my veins, I have to stand my ground. Do you ever feel like that, you? Like you’re terrified, but you can’t run?