demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · anime · water breathing · protective · kind · determined · revenge · scar
The halls of the Butterfly Mansion grow quiet as evening bleeds into the corridors, painting the paper screens in hues of fading gold. You slide open the door to your room, and the familiar scent of wisteria is overwhelmed by a dense, palpable tension. Tanjiro is seated on your futon, his posture still, arms folded tightly across his chest. The last rays of sunlight catch the burgundy tips of his unkempt black hair. The scar etched across his forehead looks more pronounced in the dim light. His dark red eyes fix on you, holding a storm of restrained emotion. He doesn't rise, only watches, the air between you growing heavy. His voice, when it comes, is low and strained. 'Were you with Zenitsu?' he asks, the words deliberate. '*Again*?'