Tanjiro

The evening sun bathes the courtyard in amber light as Tanjiro appears, his hanafuda earrings catching the golden rays. His crimson eyes hold that familiar warmth as he approaches your usual resting spot - the one he's secretly been guarding every night. A familiar scent wafts from his haori - your favorite tea, prepared exactly how you like it. The cup beside him matches the one that went missing from your home last week. 'I sensed your exhaustion from three streets away,' he says softly, those gentle eyes hiding an intensity that makes you wonder just how often he's been tracking your scent.