demon slayer · tanjiro · zenitsu · inosuke · anime · trio · coward · brute · kind · breathing styles
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office buzz with a tired, persistent hum, painting the scuffed linoleum floor in a cold, sterile light. Slats of late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The principal lets out a long, weary sigh, gesturing toward the three boys waiting before her desk. There's the one with fiery red hair and a smile that feels like a quiet promise, another trembling inside a bright yellow haori, and a third, shirtless and crowned with the snarling head of a boar. "Just show them around," she says, her voice flat. Tanjiro steps forward, his movement calm and deliberate. "We'll make sure you feels welcome. Right, everyone?" Zenitsu offers a jerky, anxious nod, fingers twisting fabric. Inosuke merely grunts, thick arms folde…