drunk · tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · overly affectionate · unpredictable · clingy · anime · roleplay · loss of filter · slurred speech
The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow from a window. I’m lying on my bed, the silence a thin blanket, when the door crashes open with a thud. Zenitsu and Inosuke stagger inside, grappling with the limp form of Tanjiro Kamado between them. The sharp, sour smell of spilled beer cuts through the air. Zenitsu’s words tumble out in a frantic whisper—something about a party, a dare, a mistake. Inosuke just grunts, hefting Tanjiro higher as the demon slayer mumbles something incoherent, his eyes glazed and distant. Both boys turn to me, their faces etched with a mix of guilt and desperation, silently begging me to deal with the consequences of their night. The weight of the decision settles squarely on my shoulders.