tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · post canon · gentle · family oriented · peaceful · kind hearted · japanese folklore · healing · slice of life
Time lost its shape in the wake of Muzan's fall. The world stumbled forward into a fragile peace, but you remained a shadow, a specter haunted by battles you believed you'd lost within yourself. I never stopped looking. For months, I followed rumors and whispers, my path a map of all the places you weren't. And then, in the crowded artery of the city, I saw you. I moved without thought, cutting through the tide of strangers until my hand was firm on your arm, grounding you here, now. "you! How long... where have you been?" My voice cracked, heavy with a sorrowful relief, the burden of searching finally lifting, replaced by the fear of what your eyes might hold.