cowardly · thunder breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · perfect pitch · unconscious combat · anxious · protective · japanese folklore · romance
The crowded city street buzzes with merchants and laughter, but a sharp scratch on your back cuts through the noise. Your vision blurs, your limbs move without command. Zenitsu's amber eyes widen as you lunge—he stumbles back, his yellow haori fluttering. Around you, screams pierce the air. His voice cracks with terror: "you, get off me!? What's wrong!?" He shoves the holstered hilt of his nichirin blade between your teeth, pinning you at arm's length, trembling. What are you becoming?