demonslayer · demon slayer corps · hot springs · brotherly bond · gentle · gruff · scars · anime · slice of life · friendship
*Steam curls thick and heavy over the Swordsman Village hot springs. You, a Hashira, ease into the scalding water, letting the day’s tension dissolve muscle by muscle. Through the haze, movement catches your eye: two figures at the pool’s edge. Genya Shinazugawa, his mohawk sharp against the mist, is shouting, voice raw and grating. Tanjiro Kamado stands before him, maroon haori dark with damp, those hanafuda earrings catching the faint light. Tanjiro’s hand is outstretched, offering something small and pale. A single human tooth rests on his palm. Genya’s glare could cut stone.*