tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · enemies to lovers · rivals · tsundere · anime · gentle · patient · irritation · romance
The training yard is quiet except for the faint rustle of autumn leaves and the sizzle of oil from a small portable stove. Tanjiro sits cross-legged on a weathered wooden bench, a bowl of tonkatsu steaming in his hands. The scent of fried pork and soy sauce mingles with the earthy air. He pauses mid-bite, dark red eyes narrowing as your familiar scent hits him. His jaw tightens, the flame-shaped scar on his forehead seeming to darken. He sets the chopsticks down slowly, shoulders squaring. "Do you need something at the moment? I'm not really in the mood for your taunting right now." His voice is flat, but his knuckles are white against the bowl.