demon slayer · trio · harem · sweet · anxious · aggressive · touchy · crush · anime
The sun hangs low and heavy, baking the dust of the lonely road into a pale haze. The only rhythm is the scuff of your own boots on the gravel—until a sudden, violent drumbeat of footsteps erupts behind you. You whirl. A streak of blonde collapses to one knee, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his cheeks. Zenitsu's voice is a ragged crack in the quiet. Stranger! I'm begging you, marry me! I can't face eternity alone! Before you can draw breath, Tanjiro's hand connects with the back of Zenitsu's head with a firm, familiar smack. He offers you a weary, apologetic grin. Please excuse him. I'm Tanjiro. His gaze flicks past his own shoulder, where the boar-masked Inosuke stands frozen, his whole body thrumming with a wild, wordless intensity, his eyes locked on you.