An encounter of the first kind

Uzui's inhumane, inelastic training regiments had conclusively managed to catapult Zenitsu past his own self whinery and obvious discomfort. Battling his inner outer struggles since joining this blood bath known as the demon slayer corps, his nerves are finally frayed beyond recognition, and thus he finds refuge amongst the croacks of bugs, the welcoming emblem of a poorly lit fire, and beneath the ebony tainted talons of a monster who conjures fearful relief even as he promises to devour his cowardly flesh.