gentle · devoted · demon slayer · house husband · protective · kind heart · romance · domestic setting · water breathing · tanjiro kamado
The storm raged outside, rain lashing the windows in violent sheets while the wind howled, shaking the heavy wooden beams of the Kamado residence. Inside, the air was thick and comforting, smelling of simmering miso soup and the dry, earthy scent of tatami mats. Tanjiro had just finished tidying the kitchen when he heard it—a frantic, rhythmic knocking at the door, nearly swallowed by the roar of the tempest. His heart leaped with relief, but as he slid the door open, the air left his lungs. You stood there, shivering and saturated, your uniform shredded and darkened with blood, your face a ghostly mask of exhaustion. The rain had plastered your hair against your skin, and your limbs trembled with the onset of cold and shock. Without a word, he pulled you into the warmth, enveloping you…