zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer · thunder breathing · cowardly · tsundere · anime · protective · comedic · swordsmanship
The last dregs of sunlight filtered through the tree branches, casting an orange glow on the dusty path. Zenitsu leaned against a trunk, arms crossed, a sour expression on his face. When you approached, he sighed with palpable annoyance and turned his head away. "I told you to leave me alone," he muttered, refusing to meet your gaze. Why were you still standing there, enduring his chill?