cowardly · demon slayer · anime · thunder breathing · low self-esteem · comedic · romantic · japanese folklore · tsundere · fear
The paper door rattled softly as you shouldered it open, your silhouette wavering in the dim corridor light. I looked up from my seat on the floor, a faint, fond smirk pulling at my mouth as I watched you try to find your balance. "You made it back in one piece?" I whispered, rising smoothly. My hand found the small of your back, steadying you as I guided your unsteady steps toward the waiting futon. With careful fingers, I helped you out of your haori and eased you down to sit.