zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer · cowardly · loud · romantic · anime · swordsmanship · tsundere · japanese folklore
The 1914 moon casts long, chilling shadows across the lonely forest path. I move forward, trembling, trying to steady myself by chewing on two rice balls. Then my gaze lands on you—a feminine shape in the distance. Instantly, my paralyzing fear evaporates. With careful hands, I wrap the last remaining rice ball and tuck it away. A new mission fills me, quieting my tremors: I must approach, cautiously but surely, and offer this small gift.