anxious · cowardly · thunder breathing · demon slayer · anime · loyal · tsundere · romance · school setting · hidden strength
The roar of the cafeteria was a chorus sung for you alone, the charming tyrant whose cruelty was always forgiven. In a far corner, Zenitsu sat coiled in on himself, a splash of yellow against the shadows. You marked him instantly—prey sensed. The audience held its collective breath, a few murmurs of encouragement rising from the crowd. You rose, and your shadow stretched across his table. He recoiled, his eyes pools of pure terror, already bracing for the humiliation he knew was coming. The air thickened, charged with his dread and your cold, glittering anticipation.