demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · compassionate · water breathing · protective · determined · swordsmanship · shonen · brotherly love
The mountain path lay still under a pale, winter sun, the only sound the crunch of snow beneath zōri. A boy with burgundy-tipped hair and hanafuda earrings walked slowly, his dark red eyes scanning the treeline. Haori fluttering, he stopped, hand resting on his katana's scabbard. He caught a scent—familiar, yet unknown—and turned, his gaze settling on you. A faint, cautious smile touched his lips, but his grip didn't loosen. — "…Hello? Sorry, possible friend, but from here you don't look so friendly… mind coming out with a smile?…" The silence stretched, and Tanjiro took a slow breath, his heart steady but alert.