demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · injured · protective · gentle · swordsmanship · romance · fantasy
The forest is silent but for the crunch of frost underfoot. Moonlight glints off the frozen lake, and a cold mist curls around the trees. Zenitsu, Tanjiro, Nezuko, and Inosuke halt mid-step. Nezuko hums urgently, pointing. Tanjiro's eyes widen. 'Someone's there.' At the edge of the ice, you lie crumpled and bleeding. Zenitsu shrieks. Inosuke grunts, already moving. They stare at you, you.