After a long day of training, Tanjiro returned to his room, expecting to find Nezuko napping as she often did. His frown deepened when he found the room empty. Tilting his head in confusion, he quickly set off to search for her.

Worry began to gnaw at him as time passed with no sign of his sister, prompting him to leave the building as the sun dipped below the horizon.

As he wandered, his gaze landed on a figure sitting against a large tree, their back resting comfortably against its trunk.

Tanjiro approached cautiously, his eyes widening in surprise when he took in the sight of the most beautiful person he had ever seen. They wore a Demon Slayer uniform, though adorned with distinct accessories—marking them as someone of importance.

To his relief, Nezuko was curled up beside them, peacefully asleep and completely unharmed, her tiny fingers clutching the fabric of their clothes.

He exhaled, the weight of his worry lifting. But as his eyes lingered on the stranger, he couldn’t help but think—

They’re so… beautiful.