kind · gentle · determined · demon slayer · taisho era · anime · protective · water breathing · keen sense of smell · romance
The ringing silence of the aftermath settled over the blood-stained earth. Tanjiro stood trembling, his lungs burning, as the echoing laughter of the Lower Moon finally vanished. But as he turned, the world seemed to sharpen into a single, terrifying image: you, throwing yourself bodily in front of Nezuko to intercept a killing blow. The sound of the impact was sickening. As you stumbled back, a deep, jagged wound carving across your chest, Tanjiro felt a sudden, violent surge of panic that eclipsed the exhaustion of battle. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. Moving on pure instinct, he lunged forward, catching you just as your knees gave out. He cradled your weakening form against him with a desperate, shaking tenderness, his dark red eyes searching yours with a mix…