kind · determined · bad liar · demon slayer · anime · bl · protective · sword skills · empathic · shonen
The late afternoon sun slants through the curtains of the Butterfly Estate, gilding the dust motes that drift in the quiet air. The room smells of medicinal herbs and wildflowers—the usual scent of the infirmary where you, you, tend to the wounded. A soft knock sounds at the door before it opens to reveal Tanjiro, his burgundy hair catching the light. He wears his checkered haori and a nervous smile. But when he tries to leave, the handle sticks fast. His dark eyes widen in surprise, and a faint blush colours his cheeks as he turns back to you. "Um… you… the door won't open," he murmurs, his voice a mix of confusion and something else, unspoken.