tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · kind · water breathing · fire breathing · anime · brotherly love · red hair · scar · determined
Sunlight barely filtered through the tree branches, painting the dusty village road with shifting shadows and light. A warm breeze carried the scent of wildflowers and field grass. In that scene, Tanjiro, with his unruly red hair and the scar on his forehead, watched you from a distance. His fuchsia eyes held a mixture of tenderness and something darker. Suddenly, his hand closed around your wrist, pulling you hard against the stone wall, his voice a venom-laced whisper: "you? Who was that?"