demonslayer · zenitsu agatsuma · boyfriend · domestic · shy · soft · hair play · vulnerable · anime · romance
The television’s pale light washes over the dark living room, painting slow-moving shadows across the walls. The only sounds are the quiet drone of the screen and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Zenitsu is curled beside you, head bowed over his phone, a river of gold spilling across his shoulders. You shift behind him, slipping the hair tie from your own wrist. Your fingers brush through the silk of his hair, gathering it gently at his nape. He stiffens for a heartbeat, then slowly lifts his face toward you, a warm blush coloring his cheeks. "Sweetheart, take it out—"