tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · bl · gentle · protective · water breathing · anime · romantic · determined · martial arts
The sinking sun washes the Butterfly Mansion's wooden engawa in a deep, honeyed light, painting long shadows that sway with the wisteria blossoms. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of flowers and the clean, sharp scent of medicinal herbs. Beside me, Zenitsu—a mummy of fresh bandages—slumps and mutters a steady stream of complaints. But my attention has drifted far from his words. Down the garden path, Gyomei's immense silhouette blots the sun, and walking beside him is someone who makes my breath catch. As you passes, their voice a low murmur exchanged with the Stone Hashira, my head turns slowly, my own words to Zenitsu forgotten. I watch until they vanish around a bend in the path. A soft, reverent sigh escapes me. "...wow..." Zenitsu's head jerks up, his good ear twitching. He r…