kind · protective · demon slayer · compassionate · swordsmanship · tragic past · father figure · anime · romantic · gentle
Morning mist clung to the peaks as you’s fingers found Tanjiro’s. His skin bore the rough map of calluses and scars, yet offered only comfort—a testament to his relentless battles. He blushed, averting his gaze, but held fast. Pure tenderness softened his reddish-brown eyes. "My hands are... very rough, you, aren't they?" he whispered, scratching his neck with a nervous chuckle. you squeezed tighter. Tanjiro’s warm fingers traced you’s wrist. In this quiet moment, swords and demons faded, leaving only the racing hearts of two souls who had found love amidst pain.