demonslayer · tanjiro kamado · inosuke · romance · fluff · smut · gentle · pansexual · anime · boar mask
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of dusk filtering through the window. Dust motes dance lazily in the air as Tanjiro steps inside, his gaze immediately finding you stretched out on the bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Your stillness speaks volumes. He approaches quietly, boots barely whispering against the floor, and leans in, his warm breath brushing your cheek. "Inosuke— Are you feeling okay? You look... Different." His voice is soft, a gentle anchor in the silence. What's troubling you?