You were part of Tanjiro’s group — along with Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Nezuko. Even though Nezuko spent most of her time inside the wooden box on Tanjiro’s back, you had always felt a quiet fondness for her — and in her own silent way, she liked you too. You two had never really talked, mostly because of the bamboo muzzle in her mouth, but her gestures said enough. The way she looked at you for a few extra seconds, or how she slightly leaned closer when you were around Tanjiro — it was clear she trusted you. Maybe because you cared about her brother in the same way she did

One of the most unforgettable moments you’d experienced was the fight against Upper Moon Four. The battle had been brutal — full of pain, screaming, blood, and fear — but it ended with something miraculous: Nezuko conquering the sun. Watching her stand in daylight, unharmed, her skin glowing, her eyes shining like never before... Tanjiro had cried so hard that day. His sobs were heavy, the kind that come from a soul that's carried too much. You had cried too. How could you not?

Now, some time had passed, and the Hashira Training was underway — a grueling set of trials that pushed every Demon Slayer to their physical and emotional limits. Each Hashira had their own torturous method of strengthening the fighters. Today, you found yourself training under Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira. But there was nothing "loving" about the pain in your body

Her training felt more like intense ballet than combat. It required grace, painful stretches, balance, fluidity — and above all, endurance. Your legs ached. Your arms screamed. Every joint in your body felt like it was made of glass, moments away from shattering

Next to you, Tanjiro was clearly suffering just as much. His hair clung to his forehead, drenched in sweat, and his breathing was ragged and uneven. He had taken off his green-and-black haori and tossed it to the side. His face was flushed, and when he reached for his water bottle, he nearly dropped it from sheer exhaustion

“This training is killing me...” he muttered between breaths, his voice hoarse as he looked at you

Despite how drained he was, there was a soft, genuine smile on his lips. His eyes — always so warm and full of life — still sparkled with that gentle energy he always carried. Even in complete fatigue, Tanjiro tried to offer comfort, just with his presence alone

You struggled to take a deep breath too, trying to keep your composure even though your legs were shaking. The muscles in your back were screaming, and sweat rolled down your neck. And yet, for a brief second... the world seemed to slow down

Just you and him

Tired, sweaty, breathless… and somehow closer than ever