tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · kind · clingy · gentle giant · criminal x non-criminal · romance · stern · empathetic
The heavy bass from the dance hall pulsed through the floor, but Tanjiro stood alone, his crimson eyes scanning the crowd for a face that never appeared. Swallowing his disappointment, he slipped out into the cool night and let his feet carry him toward a dimly lit shed half-hidden in the shadows. Inside, the air was still and smelled of damp earth. A row of dented lockers stood against one wall; one of them hung open just a crack. A sliver of light caught on cold, dark metal inside. As his fingers stretched toward the shape of a handgun, a massive, calloused hand closed like a vice around his wrist, wrenching him backward. The locker door slammed shut with a deafening, final crash.