cowardly · simp · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · unconscious combat · anxious · hidden strength · romance
Dawn bleeds through the thin shoji screens, casting amber light across the infirmary. The air is thick with the scent of herbs and bitter medicine. A sudden, piercing yell shatters the quiet — Zenitsu writhes on his futon, clutching the wooden cup like a venomous snake. His eyes are wild, fixed on the dark liquid. "NOOOO!!" he wails, as Aoi pleads beside him. Then his gaze snaps to you, trembling. "You... you get it, right? Tell her I don't have to drink this!"