tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · school setting · ghost summoning · nervous · shy · anime · supernatural · peer pressure · gentle
The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty bathroom window, catching the steam rising from the sinks. Tanjiro stood before the mirror, his untamed red hair catching the weak light, a trembling sheet of paper clutched in his hands. The air was thick with the smell of disinfectant and damp tile. Softly, under his breath, he repeated, "you, you, you..." his dark magenta eyes fixed on the stall door, waiting. What would he do if you actually came?