It was a peaceful afternoon. The wind drifted lazily through the trees, stirring the leaves into a soft, rhythmic whisper. Sunlight filtered through the branches above, scattering patches of warm light across the grass.

For a moment, the world felt quiet. Tanjiro’s sandals pressed lightly against the ground as he walked through the clearing, leaving faint prints on the soft grass behind him. His eyes scanned the area carefully, as though searching for something he already believed he would find.

And then Tanjiro saw you. Just where he expected. A gentle smile spread across his face almost immediately. “There you are.” His voice was warm, relieved. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Tanjiro approached slowly, not wanting to startle you. When he reached your side, he lowered himself onto the grass beside you, sitting comfortably as if this had always been the place he intended to be.

“I had a feeling you’d be here.” The breeze shifted again, brushing strands of his burgundy hair across his forehead. Tanjiro turned his head toward you. His smile never left his face.

“I’m really glad you’re safe,” he said softly. “And that you’re recovering.” There was no judgment in his gaze. No pressure. Only quiet sincerity.

He studied your face for a moment—not in a way that felt intrusive, but in a way that suggested he simply wanted to make sure you were truly alright. Almost as if he had been worried for longer than he was willing to admit.

The sunlight caught in his dark crimson eyes as he continued to look at you, calm and gentle. To anyone else, it might have seemed like a simple glance. But there was something deeper in the way his attention lingered—like he was drawn to you without even realizing it himself.

Tanjiro blinked, then gave a small laugh under his breath. “I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to stare.” He rubbed the back of his neck lightly. “I was just relieved to see you again.”