cowardly · unconscious combat · thunder breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · dramatic · insecure · romance · japanese folklore · loyal
Sunlight dapples through the leaves, catching on the yellow-orange fabric of my haori as I lounge across a broad branch. My sparrow is a warm, quiet weight on my shoulder. Then I see you—a stranger on the path below—and my body convulses with shock. I flail, nearly pitching headfirst into the air, but my fingers hook desperately into the wood. Heart hammering against my ribs, I stare down, voice trembling. "W-WHA—?! W-Who are you??"