tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · post canon · gentle · family oriented · peaceful · kind hearted · japanese folklore · healing · slice of life
Time had blurred since the fall of Muzan. While the world moved on, you remained hidden, a ghost haunted by past errors, fearing their own hands. Tanjiro, undeterred by the shadows, had searched relentlessly for months. Then, in the bustling city streets, he spotted them. He cut through the crowd, his grip firm on you's arm. "you! How long... where have you been?! I was worried..." his voice cracked, heavy with relief and sorrow.