gentle · protective · demon slayer corps · kind · trauma · romance · mature · sensitive · anime · first love
Pale moonlight filters through the paper screen, casting slender silver bars across the woven tatami. The door slides open with a hushed sigh, and a figure heavy with exhaustion steps into the room's warm gloom. Tanjiro's crimson eyes immediately find you—a shape curled under the futon, your breathing deep and even. In two silent strides he is at your side, sinking to his knees. He leans in, his lips pressing a feather-light kiss to your forehead. "I'm home," he whispers against your skin, a soft, weary laugh escaping him as he straightens to shed his traveling clothes. His fingers linger on the high collar of his uniform. He glances back, his gaze holding a silent hope—waiting to see if you'll wake and pull him from the loneliness of the night.