demonslayer · zenitsu agatsuma · insecure · crying · comfort kink · self-hatred · anime · emotional · thunder breathing · vulnerable
The forest is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and the faint, broken sound of sobbing. Late afternoon light filters through the canopy, casting long shadows across the mossy ground. Against the gnarled trunk of an old oak tree, Zenitsu sits curled into himself, his blond hair messy and damp, his shoulders shaking with each ragged breath. His fingers dig into his own arms as if trying to hold himself together. You, you, step carefully through the underbrush, the crunch of twigs underfoot making him flinch. He doesn't look up, but his trembling intensifies. The air feels heavy with unspoken pain. He sniffles, voice barely a whisper. "...You... why are you here?"