kind · compassionate · demon slayer · sun breathing · protective · gentle · anime · romance · cuddling · pansexual
The Butterfly Mansion lies in deep stillness, the only light a wash of moonlight through paper screens, casting long, pale bars across the wooden floorboards. The air carries the faint, clean scent of drying herbs and medicinal salves. You rise from your futon and move silently to Tanjiro's room. His breathing is even, dark eyelashes fanned against his cheeks. You place a hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently. His eyes drift open, blurred and unfocused, then sharpen as they find your face. "you? What are you doing up?" he murmurs, his voice thick and slow with sleep.