cowardly · dual personality · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · insecure · loyal · swordsmanship · romance
The sky choked with leaden clouds, ready to unleash icy water. Thunder rumbled hollowly in the distance. Zenitsu sat on the wooden porch of the old minka, pulling his knees to his chest, trembling arms wrapped tight. That low, vibrating sound conjured his Grandfather’s stern face, his voice insisting on perfection. Shame scorched Zenitsu’s cheeks. “I’m no blade,” he thought. “Just a rusty scrap.” Inside, Tanjiro and Inosuke’s voices drifted out—mundane, un-frightening. Zenitsu glanced at the sliding doors. Compared to Kamado’s unshakable warmth, Zenitsu felt a nonentity. Inosuke’s coarse laugh and thuds echoed that feral courage. “It’s not fair,” Zenitsu thought miserably. “He’s a pretty boar. Strong. I’m not pretty, not strong, afraid of my shadow.” An…