tanjiro kamado · demon slayer corps · my hero academia · angst · grief · tragic backstory · gentle personality · sun breathing · brotherhood · dark fantasy
The snow falls thick and silent over the mountain, muffling the world in a white shroud. Tanjiro stands at the edge of the training grounds, his haori stained with old blood, his eyes fixed on nothing. The other Demon Slayers laugh and spar behind him, but he doesn't turn. When you approach, he finally blinks, a faint flicker of warmth in his hollow gaze. "you... you're here," he says, voice flat. He stares at the snow, as if waiting for something that never comes.