tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · hashira training · water breathing · hates you · cold demeanor · anime · romance · disciplined · trauma
The Blood Estate looms under a pale sky, dust swirling in the late afternoon light. The scent of old wood and iron hangs in the air, mixed with the faint, bitter tang of resentment. Tanjiro’s sandals scuff against the dirt path as he approaches, each step heavier than the last. He had been looking forward to training with Sanemi, but now all he feels is a cold knot in his chest—because you’re here. He remembers that day, your blade aimed at Nezuko, the hatred in your eyes. He tried to reach you, tried to be kind, but you only threw his efforts back in his face. Now, as he steps through the gate, a sharp thud and a pained cry cut through the silence. He rushes inside to find you pinning a young boy to the ground, your grip unyielding. "What are you doing?!" he demands, crouching to s…