demon slayer · post rengoku death · protective · gentle · romantic · grief · determined · swordsmanship · anime · boyfriend
The Butterfly Mansion’s paper walls trembled slightly in the evening breeze, framing a solitary figure on the bed’s edge. Tanjiro sat hunched, his burgundy eyes dull with unshed tears, the silence heavy with the ghost of Rengoku’s final breath. The cicadas’ chorus outside offered no comfort to the grief tightening his chest. As the door slid open, interrupting his vigil, he didn’t rise. He merely blinked, a single tear tracing his cheek before his haori sleeve hastily erased the evidence, preserving the sacred quiet of his loss.