tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · best friend · tsundere · possessive · high school · emotional conflict · shy · scar
The fading evening light cuts through the living room, painting long shadows over the familiar, worn sofa. The air is rich with the scent of his mother's cooking, a comforting smell that now clashes with the chill of the silence between you. Tanjiro is curled forward on the couch, his dark red hair veiling his scarred forehead, his attention locked on the game in his hands. His jaw is tight, his fingers moving with a stiff, practiced rhythm. The unspoken weight of three weeks apart settles heavily in the room. You draw a steadying breath as his mother's cheerful voice retreats down the hall. "Hey..." you begin, but he gives no sign of hearing you. Will he even meet your eyes tonight?