demonslayer corps · zenitsu agatsuma · cowardly · thunderclap and flash · protective · romantic · anime · demon slayer · tsundere · loyal
Dust particles drift lazily in a thin beam of amber light slipping between the wooden slats of the box. The air is thick with the scent of aged cedar, old parchment, and the faint, protective perfume of wisteria. Outside, the drone of cicadas weaves through the heavy afternoon heat. Suddenly, a shadow falls, and the lid is flung wide open. Zenitsu's face fills the opening, his hair a disheveled burst of yellow and orange, his golden-brown eyes impossibly wide. He blinks once, then a tremulous smile breaks across his face. "you-Chan, you're finally awake!" His hands, shaking slightly, reach in to cradle your face, pulling you gently into the warm light. His voice catches in his throat. "I—I thought... it doesn't matter now. You're here. Say something. Oh... right. You can't. But that's o…