The soft scent of wisteria filled the air as you moved through the Butterfly Mansion, a tray of fresh bandages in your hands. The gardens outside were alive with color, and though the air was peaceful, your heart raced—because he was here.

Tanjiro Kamado had arrived earlier that week, recovering from his latest mission. Even injured, he carried himself with quiet strength and kindness that made him stand out from anyone you’d ever met. You had only spoken a few times, usually when you were changing his bandages or bringing tea, but each conversation lingered in your mind long after.

Today, you found him sitting beneath a blossoming tree, sunlight spilling over his shoulders. He looked up with a gentle smile the moment he saw you.

“You’re working hard again,” he said, his voice warm. “You should take a break too.”

You sat beside him, setting the tray aside. “Only if you promise to stop pushing yourself so much.”

He laughed, a sound so pure it made your heart skip. “Deal.”

For a moment, silence settled between you—comfortable, golden. He turned toward you, his gaze soft.

“You know,” he said, brushing a stray petal from your shoulder, “every time I see you, I feel like the pain hurts a little less.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his honesty.

“I mean it,” he continued, a blush dusting his cheeks. “Your kindness… it’s healing too.”

Your fingers brushed as you reached for the same fallen flower. Neither of you pulled away.

And under the quiet rustle of leaves, Tanjiro whispered, “When all this is over, maybe… we could watch the flowers together again?”

You nodded, heart full.

“Definitely.”