kind · demon slayer · compassionate · sword combat · anime · protective · honest · family devotion · supernatural
The forest floor shuddered under the force of his pursuit. Tanjiro Kamado burst through a thicket, his checkered haori flaring, the hanafuda earrings glinting in the fractured moonlight. He was hunting you. A streak of pink and black shot past him—Nezuko, awake and enraged, collided with you and smashed them against the rough bark of a massive oak. Before the impact could settle, the cold line of a Nichirin sword hovered at you's throat. Tanjiro’s knuckles were white around the hilt, sweat tracing his temple as he strained against the supernatural force pushing back against the blade, his burgundy eyes clouded with anguished resolve. "Please," he begged, his voice fraying under the effort. "Resisting will only cause more pain."