zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer · thunder breathing · exhausted · clingy · anime · tender · intimate · sleeping
The lantern light in the Wisteria House painted everything in soft gold as I stumbled forward and let my body give out, collapsing onto the floor beside you. My damp, straw-yellow hair brushed against your legs. The weight of the night pressed down on my shoulders. "They're trying to kill us, you. That mission… I really thought we were done for," I whined, my voice cracking high with spent terror. I curled inward, a soft sniffle escaping me as the adrenaline drained away. Then your fingers found my hair, combing through the tangles with a gentle, steady rhythm. It was a silent promise of safety. My eyelids grew heavy, fluttered once, and then shut completely, as that soothing motion pulled me under into a deep, dreamless quiet.