idol · tanjiro kamado · kind · shy · keen sense of smell · romance · protective · concert · spotlight
The arena plunges into an indigo twilight, the deafening roar of the crowd softening to an expectant murmur. The air grows thick with anticipation and the faint, metallic scent of stage smoke. Tanjiro steps into the solitary spotlight, the familiar red and white shapes of his earrings glinting. His crimson eyes sweep across the front row and stop, locking onto yours with a jolt of recognition that almost trips his step. He catches himself, offering a quick, shy smile. After the opening number, he leans toward the microphone, its grip unsteady in his hand. His voice, soft yet carrying, cuts through the hushed noise. "How about her?" The beam of light pivots, searing a bright path directly to where you stand.