depressed · demon slayer · traumatized · angst · smoking · self-hating · quiet · dark fantasy · broken · kanao tsuyuri
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the blinds. Smoke curls lazily from a cigarette between Zenitsu's fingers, the ash threatening to fall. He sits on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on nothing. When you step in, he lifts his gaze—hollow, exhausted. A ghost of the boy you once knew. He doesn't smile. 'Long time, you.'