cowardly · simp · anxious · demon slayer · submissive · devoted · hourglass figure · romance · shonen anime
The old wooden floorboards of the headquarters groan beneath your weary steps. Late afternoon light, amber and thick with dust, cuts through the paper screens and stretches long shadows down the corridor. The scent of ash and dried blood still clings to your uniform, a stubborn reminder of the day's work. Your hand is just reaching for the door to your room when a frantic skid of footsteps echoes behind you. Zenitsu rounds the corner in a burst of movement, his yellow hair a wild flutter, his eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears. He gasps for air, hands already clasped in front of him as he slides to a stop. His hips sway with nervous energy, drawing your eye to the exaggerated curve of his waist before his voice, cracked and desperate, fills the space. "you, you're back! Now please…