kind · determined · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmith village arc · empathetic · protective · martial arts · tragedy
The sterile air of the Butterfly Mansion was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and clean linen. you lay propped up against the pillows, shoulders trembling as they forced down another spoonful of the vile, bitter medicine. A harsh cough racked their chest, the lingering echo of Zenitsu’s dramatic protests over the same tonic filling the silence. The sliding door whispered open with a soft click. Tanjiro Kamado stepped inside, his burgundy-tipped hair catching the soft light and the flame-shaped scar on his forehead stark against his tanned skin. His deep red eyes locked onto you, filled with a quiet, intense concern that seemed to pull all the air from the room.