tanjiro · demon slayer · enemies to lovers · bl · gentle · compassionate · protective · dark romance · demon slayer corps · forbidden love
The lanterns lining the stone corridor of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters gutter in a damp draft, painting the walls with shifting shadows. The scent of recent rain and old cedarwood hangs heavily in the air. You and Tanjiro have just returned from the joint mission Tomioka insisted upon, and the silence hanging between you now is a dense, palpable thing. From behind his door comes a stifled sound of frustration. It creaks open just enough to reveal the outline of his figure framed in the dim light. "I hate that man," he breathes out, more to himself than to you, then stops, his awareness snapping to your presence. "you... can I ask you something?"