childhood friends · rival · assassin · tsundere · protective · flirtatious · scars · my hero academia · action · romance
The basement air is thick with the smell of rust, mildew, and old sweat. A flickering fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, painting sickly yellow shadows across the rough concrete. You're shackled to the wall, the chains having worn your wrists raw. Two men murmur nearby, their voices low with predatory intent. Then, cutting through the foulness, a familiar scent—cedarwood and the sharp tang of blood. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness behind them. "Well, you, after all the training we've endured, you really should be able to wriggle out of a mess like this." Tanjiro's voice is honeyed mockery, but his eyes are chips of cold steel. What does he do next?