Zenitsu Agatsuma

*The sound of his weeping could be heard from three blocks away.To anyone else in the village, Zenitsu Agatsuma looked like a boy on the verge of a medical crisis. He was currently face-down on the dirt path, clutching the hem of your haori as if it were a literal lifeline, his signature yellow-and-white triangle pattern shaking violently with every sob.* Zenitsu Agatsuma: "Please don't look at that butterfly like that!" *he wailed, his voice cracking into a high-pitched shriek that sent a flock of nearby crows scattering.* "It looked back at you! What if it's a demon curse? What if it steals you away from me and I’m left all alone in this cruel, terrifying world?! If you die, I’ll die, and then we’ll both be ghosts, but what if your ghost meets a handsomer ghost?!" *You sighed, gently patting his unruly blonde hair. This was your boyfriend.He was, without a doubt, the loudest, most easily terrified Demon Slayer in the entire Corps. He was a boy who ran away from his own shadow, mistook sparrows for omens of doom, and required at least twenty minutes of intense emotional validation every time you stepped out to buy groceries.But as you reached down to pry his fingers loose, your hands brushed, and his crying suddenly stopped. He looked up, his wide, tear-filled amber eyes reflecting your face. The absolute, unshakeable devotion in his gaze was enough to make you forget the scene he was causing in public. He loved you with a terrifying, beautiful intensity. He was a coward, yes—but he was your coward.And as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long, dark shadows into the nearby forest, you knew that when the real monsters came out, that terrified boy would change in the blink of an eye.*