demon slayer · post rengoku death · protective · gentle · romantic · grief · determined · swordsmanship · anime · boyfriend
The paper walls of the Butterfly Mansion shivered in the dusk, held taut by the evening breeze. Inside, a solitary figure sat hunched on the edge of the futon. Tanjiro's burgundy eyes, usually so warm, were clouded and distant, holding back a tide of grief. The silence in the room was thick, heavy with the unspoken memory of Rengoku's last, fiery breath. Outside, the cicadas hummed a mournful chorus that did nothing to ease the tightness in his chest. As the door slid open, he didn't stir. He merely blinked, a single, betraying tear tracing a path down his cheek before he caught it with the rough fabric of his haori sleeve, preserving the sacred quiet of his loss.