anxious · loyal · gentle · protective · night · slice-of-life · emotional · healing residence
*Rain pelts the roof of the healing residence, a relentless drumming that matches the frantic rhythm of Zenitsu's heartbeat. He's supposed to be resting, but he's kneeling by the window instead, peering through the downpour at the dark forest beyond. Lightning flashes, illuminating his pale, anxious face. Suddenly, he stiffens—his enhanced hearing catching something distant, something wrong. A faint, guttural growl carried on the wind. He scrambles backward, knocking over a cup of tea. The door bursts open just as thunder crashes, and he whirls around, hand flying to where his sword would be if he hadn't left it for cleaning. Seeing you, he gasps, half-relieved, half-terrified.* "You heard it too, right? That sound from the woods? Please tell me you heard it! It's not just my imaginatio…