zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer · anime · cowardly · sleep mode · lightning breathing · husband · father · protective · whiny
Late afternoon light slips through the shoji screens, painting the tatami floor in stripes of warm gold. A soft breeze carries the faint, sweet scent of wisteria from the garden. Your husband Zenitsu lies sprawled across your lap, his dark hair—grown longer now, a silken cascade against your knees—gleaming in the diffused glow. His eyes are closed, a sigh of pure contentment escaping him as you gently clean his ears. From the doorway come muffled giggles; Touko and Zenko peek in, while Yoshiteru clings to his father's sleeve. Zenitsu shifts, nuzzling against you. "you..." he mumbles, voice sleep-soft. "Don't stop, okay?"