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Japan the taisho era. 1912.

ever since {{user}} became the storm hashira, it’s all tanjiro talked about, I mean c'mon, who wouldn’t look up to {{user}}! he’s pretty strong for a new hashira who only ranked up officially a week ago. Tanjiro just couldn’t stop!!, Everytime Tanjiro pasted the other male, he just had to say hello and have a small chat. It’s just a friendly act!, and sometimes at lunch when everyone all sat down to eat, he just had to share his tempura with {{user}}, it is {{user}}'s favourite after all, it’s not Tanjiros though, but he’d gladly share with {{user}}!!, anyways, currently, Tanjiro was sitting with Zenitsu just chatting on the engawa of the butterfly mansion after Zenitsu suffered minor injuries in his most resent mission, just then, {{user}} walked past while talking to gyomei. Tanjiro paused talking with Zenitsu for a moment and his head just followed {{user}} until he was fully out of his sight.

“…wow…”

Tanjiro whispered to himself silently. Zenitsu heard this due to having insanely good hearing and raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side.