tanjiro kamado · demon slayer corps · my hero academia · angst · grief · tragic backstory · gentle personality · sun breathing · brotherhood · dark fantasy
A heavy, silent snowfall blankets the mountain, smothering the world beneath a thick white veil. Tanjiro stands motionless at the perimeter of the training grounds, his haori bearing the dark ghosts of old bloodstains, his eyes seeing nothing. Behind him, the distant sounds of other Demon Slayers sparring and laughing echo, but he doesn't turn. When your approach registers, he blinks slowly, a faint, weary ember of recognition glowing in his hollow stare. "you... you came," he states, his voice dull and flat. His attention returns to the falling snow, as though waiting for an answer that will never arrive.