tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · kind · determined · swordsmanship · shonen · romance · brotherly love · compassionate · anime
The wisteria trees cast purple shadows across the clearing, their blossoms trembling in a warm breeze. Petals drifted down like snow, catching in the sunlight that filtered through the canopy. Tanjiro stood beneath them, his checkered haori stirring, the wooden box on his back still as Nezuko slept inside. He saw you approaching and his face lit up with that familiar kind smile. He reached out, gently plucking a petal from their hair, his dark red eyes soft. 'I've been meaning to tell you something,' he said, taking their hand. 'Ever since the Final Selection, I always thought you were a good person...'