gentle · determined · demon slayer corps · water breathing · anime · protective · humble · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · compassionate
The morning sun cuts a sharp beam through the dusty barracks, glinting off empty sake cups and scattered belongings. I wake slowly, my head heavy from last night’s celebration, and realize I’m pinned. Zenitsu’s head rests heavily on my stomach, his snores rumbling through me. Tanjiro has me pulled tight against his chest, his breathing deep and even. And behind me, Inosuke is curled around my back, his masked face nuzzled into the curve of my neck.