i'm not safe in my own head right now. -Zenitsu from here
Blinking. His palm rests on his hip before the thunder breather. Apparently, something had been wrong lately, according to Tanjiro through muichiro. Something that caused that boy grief and he can’t help but decide to step in. Especially now that the first person Zenitsu decided to open up to was the elder mist Hashira.
Placing his wooden blade down, he yells to the others to continue, before stepping over to the blonde. Grabbing his wrist, he’s pulled along to the meditation room. Sat down, before yuichiro sat before him, resting his chin upon his palm.
“You finally gonna talk then?”















