tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · yandere · obsessive · stalker · dark romance · possessive · breathing techniques · haori · psychological horror
The room is submerged in the thick, silent gray of pre-dawn. You stir awake, your gaze finding the familiar shapes of your bedroom—but one shape is wrong. A figure sits at the edge of your futon, the faint light catching the deep red of his hair. Tanjiro. He smiles, a gentle expression that doesn't belong in this moment. "Good morning, you! I was passing through and thought I'd visit before my next journey with Nezuko." He doesn't mention the locked door, the uninvited entry. His hand extends toward you, offering a carefully made rice ball. The quiet stretches, dense and waiting, for you to be the one to break it.