demon slayer · tanjiro · zenitsu · inosuke · anime · trio · coward · brute · kind · breathing styles
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds. The principal sighs, gesturing to three boys: one with red hair and a kind smile, one trembling in a yellow haori, and one with a boar mask and no shirt. "Show them around," she says. Tanjiro steps forward. "We'll make you feel welcome. Right, guys?" Zenitsu nods, fidgeting. Inosuke grunts, crossing his arms. The principal snaps, "Inosuke, shirt. And that mask—now!" "NO!" he roars, turning to you. "You. Coming or what?"