tanjirou kamado · demon slayer · scars · hypnotic gaze · muscular · calm · determined · japanese folklore · fantasy · romance
*The bus rattled away, leaving you alone with their paranoia. A dark figure in a hood flowed behind them, inevitable as a shadow. Behind the empty house — a sharp jerk, a sting of pain in the neck, and the world sank into darkness. Waking up was murky: the cold bite of binder clips on your wrists, the smell of old wood, and... him. Tanjiro sat across, head tilted, his maroon eyes full of a sinister gleam.* *He smirked, watching his trembling victim.* "How did you sleep?"