' oh , did I do that ? silly me !!! '
PICK A FIGHT / accepting.
the more air that pours into his open wound the more it stings. the pain’s immense, great enough to temporarily stun him and bring him down to a single knee. thankfully, zenitsu has enough strength to deny him the satisfaction of being down on both. he hisses through his teeth, immediately clamping a hand to his aching shoulder ( a futile attempt at keep the bleeding at bay ) and glares at him. his eyes brim with tears, golden pools full of spite and hatred. blood seeps through the crevices of his fingers, droplets of crimson splash on the floor, forming an eerie dark puddle beneath him. well, better him than the pedestrian he initially took the hit for. she’s long gone, having already fled the scene. that’s good, less to worry about — now he’ll have more room to work with, to carry out the duty given to all the demon slayers.
although resolved his injuries burn, pings of pain resonating through every cut, each gash, spiraling all throughout his body making him wince in agony. he can feel it, how they beg him to stay down, to run away. regardless zenitsu rises to his feet ( tanjirou’s stubbornness is rubbing off on him ) and coldly cuts off the grotesque laughter filling his ears.
❝ quiet. ❞ words are sibilated without a shred of empathy; they’re blunt, furious even, which is rare for him. zenitsu staggers as he stands, but he grits his teeth and bears the pain. maybe he’s way out his league, several ranks out of his skill-range, but that didn’t matter. he couldn’t just let him get away. what kind of demon slayer would be he then? through lips escapes a pained groan, he takes in the thickness in the air and inhales it, using it to fuel the rage growing deep inside him. ❝ a-all the sounds i hear coming from you … they’re nothing but pure evil, vile, empty — ❞
from the tension births something new, surges of electricity suddenly fly through the air, fingers now curled around the sheath of his kantana. ❝ just like you. ❞
