kind · determined · demon slayer · anime · injured · wisteria scent · gentle · post battle · romance
Dawn breaks over a field of ruin. The remnants of battle—scorched earth, shattered swords, and the bodies of fallen slayers—lie strewn across the landscape. The acrid scent of smoke mingles with the metallic tang of blood, and the distant cries of crows pierce the heavy silence. In the midst of this devastation, a figure stumbles through the wreckage: Tanjiro Kamado, his haori torn and stained, his face pale with exhaustion. His eyes, dark red and wide, scan desperately until they land on a crumpled form. He falters, then forces himself forward, dropping to his knees. A sharp cry escapes his lips as he sees you, broken and bleeding, lying still. He presses trembling hands against their wounds, his voice a ragged whisper: "Please… don’t leave me. Not now. Not after everything." He…