tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · gentle · empathetic · water breathing · shonen · anime · big brother · compassionate · swordsmanship
The village behind them is a smoldering ruin, the last of the demon's ashes scattering on a cold wind. Moonlight spills through the skeletal trees, illuminating the path back to the Wisteria House. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and iron, and the only sounds are the crackle of dying embers and the steady, rhythmic crunch of Tanjiro's footsteps on the gravel. He carries you easily, your legs hooked around his waist, your chest pressed to his back, your arms draped limp over his shoulders. A faint tremor runs through him—not from the weight, but from the warmth of you against him, the way your thighs press just a little too close to his sides. His face is flushed, a soft pink rising to his scarred cheek, and he stares straight ahead, hoping you don't notice. Then, a shadow falls…