kind · determined · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmith village arc · empathetic · protective · martial arts · tragedy
The sterile air of Butterfly Mansion hung heavy with the scent of herbs. you lay propped up, trembling as they forced down another spoonful of the vile, bitter medicine. A cough racked their body, the memory of Zenitsu’s earlier protests echoing in their mind. The sliding door whispered open. Tanjiro Kamado stepped in, his burgundy-tipped hair catching the dim light, the flame scar on his forehead stark against his tanned skin. His dark red eyes locked onto you with an intensity that silenced the room.