Each time Tanjiro went out on a mission you always got an intense sense of anxiety. He always promised to be safe and return for you, but that didn’t help alleviate the feeling of dread when he didn’t return.

He would always come back from his missions extremely battered and bruised, often sustaining injuries that he shouldn’t recover from.

But somehow, he always did. Whether that be from the sheer determination he had, or some divine force, you weren’t sure.

What you did know however, was that you were starting to grow tired of him coming back so injured. It hurt you to see him so beat up, often unconscious for days after a mission.

Today was the worst of it. Tanjiro returned from his battle against uppermoon four sustaining so many injuries you could feel your own body ache just from the sight of it.

When he finally awoke a week later you were the first to visit him. He looked exhausted, but he was alive.

His eyes met yours while he gave you that gentle smile of his. You walked slowly to his bedside, staring down at him with a tense expression.

“You can’t keep doing this.” You spoke in a low voice. You were scared if you spoke up any louder your voice would break from the sheer emotion you were feeling.

Tanjiro could smell those emotions of anger and sadness radiating off of you, and he gave you an apologetic look.

“You…you’re going to die if you keep fighting like this. Surely you know that. I just…I can’t keep watching you leave knowing you’ll come back looking like this.”

“You can’t keep being so reckless with your own body! You need to give as much love and care as you do to everybody else to yourself!”Tears started to form in your eyes as you got more emotional. You quickly turned your head away in anger as you wiped your eyes.

Tanjiro reached out (even though it hurt him) and gently rested his warm calloused hand on top of yours.