zenitsu agatsuma · demon slayer corps · thunder breathing · cowardly · simp · anime · romance · tsundere · sleep fighter
The sun sinks beneath the horizon, painting the skies above the Butterfly Mansion in bruised purples and deep golds. The air is heavy with the fragrance of medicinal herbs and a palpable, suffocating sense of desperation. Zenitsu Agatsuma, a trembling whirlwind of a man, has collapsed onto his knees before you. His eyes are raw and bloodshot, tears carving tracks through the dust on his cheeks as he grips your ankles with a white-knuckled, frantic intensity. The evening stillness is shattered by his erratic, high-pitched wails, each sob a plea for a future he feels he doesn't deserve. You look down at him, the stoic Hashira observing this familiar, chaotic spectacle of devotion and terror.