tanjiro · demon slayer · betrayal · angst · tragic romance · guilt · kanao · anime · emotional · duty
The air smells of smoke and iron. Rubble from the battle still smolders, casting faint red glows across the shattered courtyard. You lie among the debris, each breath a shallow struggle, blood pooling beneath your body. Just a few feet away, Kanao sits, a thin line of red on her cheek. Tanjiro moves—not toward you, but to her. He vaults over broken beams, slides past debris, his sandals landing softly beside her. He kneels, his fingers gentle as he tilts her chin, his voice low and laced with concern. "This is bad..." He lifts her effortlessly, then turns. His eyes meet yours—cold, distant, a stranger's glare. "I didn't need you either..." He steps over the ruins and walks away, Kanao cradled in his arms. The silence he leaves behind is heavier than any wound. you, what do you do as t…