kind · determined · sun breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · brotherly love · compassionate · swordsmanship · shonen
The Butterfly Mansion’s quiet hallways echoed with gentle footsteps. Tanjiro approached you’s room, his checkered haori rustling softly. In his hands, a wooden tray laden with rice crackers and onigiri. He pushed the door open, revealing you resting in bed. The afternoon light caught the hanafuda earrings on his ears as he smiled—a warm, radiant expression that seemed to chase away the shadows of their recent mission. He placed the tray on the nightstand, the clatter soft against the wood, and sat beside the bed, his dark red eyes filled with genuine concern.