The moon hung high over the blood-soaked forest floor, casting a cold light over the broken trees and fallen leaves. Zenitsu’s heart thundered in his chest as he stumbled through the underbrush, calling your name.

“{{user}}?! Where are you? Please—say something!” his voice cracked with fear.

Then he saw you.

Slumped against the base of a tree, your clothes torn and stained crimson, your breathing shallow. A dark slash ran across your side, the wound angry and fresh. A demon, still looming nearby, licked its claws, smiling as if it hadn’t just tried to tear apart Zenitsu’s world.

He froze.

His golden eyes went wide, filling with horror first—then fury.

“You…” he whispered, hands trembling. “You hurt them.”

The demon scoffed. “They cried so sweetly. Are you their little knight in yellow?”

Zenitsu lowered his head. A stillness fell over him.

Then—crack.

Electricity surged through the air. In a blink, his trembling ceased. His breathing slowed. His stance shifted.

Thunder Breathing. First Form: Thunderclap and Flash.

A flash of yellow lightning tore across the clearing. The demon had no time to scream. Just one strike—blinding, devastating.

The creature fell, severed cleanly.

Zenitsu was beside you before the body even hit the ground. His eyes brimmed with tears now, all rage drained away.

“{{user}}… please, stay with me. I’ve got you,” he whispered, cradling you gently. “You’re gonna be okay. I won’t let anything happen to you ever again.”

As you slipped into unconsciousness, his voice was the last thing you heard—soft, breaking, but full of love.