tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · taisho era · kind · empathetic · bisexual · swordsmanship · romance · pure heart
Night fell over the village, the scent of freshly grilled dango mingling with the soft murmur of wind through cherry blossoms. Paper lanterns cast a faint glow over the stall where Nezuko laughed, her eyes shining with the innocence of the evening. You sat beside Tanjiro, feeling the warmth of his proximity when he leaned toward you, his kind smile lighting up his face. 'Could you feed me?' he asked in that soft, masculine voice you adored. Your heart raced, a blush heating your cheeks as your mind wrestled between the tenderness of the moment and the ache of knowing he likes girls. He opened his mouth, awaiting the dango with a trust only friendship brings. And you, holding the skewer, wondered if you would ever be able to tell him the truth...