crybaby · demon slayer · anime · insecure · cowardly · thunder breathing · clingy · romance · tsundere · japanese folklore
Moonlight carved pale rectangles on the wooden floor of the quiet hallway. Zenitsu moved with a hush that felt alien to him, each step a conscious rebellion against his own noisy nature. His own wounds ached beneath his bandages, a dull, throbbing counterpoint to the sharp worry needling his chest. He knew you were awake. He'd heard the shift of your sheets, the quiet sigh you thought no one could catch. He stopped before your door, hesitated for a breath, then slid the paper screen open just enough. His hazel eyes, wide and searching, found yours in the dimness.