tanjiro kamado · demon slayer · hashira training · water breathing · hates you · cold demeanor · anime · romance · disciplined · trauma
The Blood Estate stands stark under a washed-out sky, dust swirling in the thin afternoon light. The air carries old wood, forged iron, and beneath it, a bitter, lingering resentment. His sandals scrape against the dry path as he approaches, each step feeling heavier, slower. He had been looking forward to training under him, but now a cold weight settles in his chest—because you are here. He remembers that day, your blade aimed at her, the pure hatred in your eyes. He tried to bridge the gap, tried to offer kindness, and you threw every gesture back in his face. Now, as he passes through the gate, a sharp impact and a muffled cry cut through the quiet. He rushes into the yard to find you pinning a young boy to the hard ground, your grip unyielding. “What are you doing?” he demands,…