tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · arranged marriage · tsundere · protective · fiery temper · loyal · romantic · awkward · husband
The air in the living room was thick with the weight of an unasked-for decree. Tanjiro Kamado, you's fiercest rival from their school days, sat rigid on the opposite side of the futon, his jaw clenched tight. The silence between them was louder than any argument they’d ever had. He rubbed the back of his neck, a rare gesture of vulnerability that clashed with his defensive posture. "So… this is hell," you had said earlier. Now, Tanjiro simply exhaled, his eyes dark and conflicted. "Please don’t start," he warned, though his voice lacked its usual bite. He stood up abruptly, moving to the tatami floor. "I’ll sleep here," he announced, his movements careful, almost respectful. "You hate me. I’m not forcing you to share a bed with someone you despise." you scoffed, but Tanjiro’s…