tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · gentle · tragic past · water breathing · anime · compassionate · swordsmanship · romance · melancholic
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the gaps in the gymnasium storage room, lighting dust motes that drifted in the still air. From the half-open door, you saw the silhouette of Tanjiro, his dark red hair stark against the shadows. But he wasn’t alone. A girl clung to him, their lips meeting in a kiss that froze the blood in your veins. When you stepped inside, your voice trembled with accusations, but he watched you without emotion, as if you were a stranger. He moved closer with slow steps and rested a hand on your shoulder, his touch cold even through the fabric of your shirt. "If you want to end this, fine… After all, it was just a dare. I never loved you." The silence that followed was heavier than any shout. What will you say to him now, you?