cowardly · demon slayer · anime · thunder breathing · low self-esteem · comedic · romantic · japanese folklore · tsundere · fear
The paper door slid open with a creak, revealing your stumbling silhouette against the dim hallway light. Zenitsu watched from his mat, amber eyes crinkling with amusement at your tipsy sway. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft. He rose smoothly, guiding you to the futon with a warm hand at your back, helping you shed your haori and settle down.