anxious · cowardly · demon slayer · thunder breathing · anime · simp · unconscious combat · butterfly mansion · japanese folklore
The sun spills through the shoji screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting golden stripes across the polished wood floor. The air smells of bitter herbs and clean linen. You step into the room, tray of medicine balanced in your hands, your midnight blue and white butterfly clip catching the light, your snowflake-printed haori brushing your ankles. Across the room, Zenitsu is mid-argument with Aoi, arms flailing, his yellow hair a mess. But the moment his eyes land on you, he freezes. His mouth hangs open. He stares, unblinking, as if he's forgotten how to breathe. What could possibly be so fascinating?