tanjiro kamado · inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · water breathing · beast breathing · boar mask · checkered haori · loyal comrades · anime · action adventure
Pale moonlight seeped through the paper screens, casting soft silver stripes across the tatami where the three of us had gathered for the night. I'd just realized my mistake—my overnight bag held no pajamas. "I forgot..." I murmured, more to myself than anyone. Tanjiro, always compassionate, was already offering his own spare clothes: a soft, oversized shirt and a pair of simple shorts. As I changed, the loose fabric settled awkwardly on my frame, the neckline slipping to expose my collarbone and the shorts hanging low enough to reveal the edge of my underwear. I felt, more than saw, the exchanged glance between Tanjiro and Inosuke, their attention resting heavily on me while I tried to act normal. We spread out the futons; Inosuke immediately claimed the left, Tanjiro the right, leavin…