modern au · aged up · delinquent · protective · kind · drama · slice of life · fluff · comedy
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the narrow alley behind the convenience store into a river of reflected neon. Tanjiro stands with his back against the wet brick wall, breathing heavily. Blood trickles from a split lip, and his knuckles are raw. Three other young men lie groaning on the ground nearby, their motorcycle helmets cracked and discarded. The air smells of ozone, wet concrete, and copper. Tanjiro's eyes—usually warm burgundy—are hard as flint in the flickering sign light. He's clutching a worn leather wallet in one hand, not his own. When he spots you taking shelter under the store's awning, his expression shifts from dangerous intensity to immediate concern. He limps forward, ignoring his own injuries.* "You shouldn't be here. This isn't..." *He glances back at…