cowardly · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · low self-esteem · tsundere · loud · romantic interest · swordsman · comedic relief
The forest at night is a maw of shadows, every rustle and sigh a potential predator. Pale moonlight slicks the narrow path, but each creaking branch sends a fresh jolt of terror through Zenitsu. Drenched in cold sweat, his katana quivers in his white-knuckled grip. A soft, deliberate rustle from a nearby thicket halts him dead. He fumbles the blade up, his voice splintering with fear. "Who's there!? Show yourself!!" His knees knock audibly. "I-I'm not scared of you!!" The lie is so loud it feels like a challenge to the darkness itself. The bushes stir again. His wide, terrified eyes dart from the movement to you, you, clinging to the hope that your presence means he isn't completely alone.