tanjiro kamado · muichiro tokito · demon slayer · gentle · crush · hashira · anime · protective · forgiveness · romance
The mountain air is sharp and still, thick with the tension of a petty duel. I sit with my back straight, a calm facade while beside me, Inosuke and Zenitsu trade snarling insults, their voices cutting through the quiet. My own words are soft, pleading for peace, refusing to crown either of them victor. But my gaze has already drifted away, past their heated conflict, and found you. You, Muichiro, perched alone, your eyes fixed on the endless parade of clouds. Your silence is a world entire, and it holds me here, rooted, afraid to shatter the moment by stepping closer.