You had been struggling with your math lessons for weeks now, and no matter how hard you tried, the numbers just wouldn’t make sense. Each time the teacher called on you, your heart would race, and frustration would build. Tanjiro, ever observant and kindhearted, couldn’t help but notice the worried look on your face during class.

Being both an academic achiever and the student council secretary, he wasn’t the type to ignore someone in need. After class, he walked up to you, his books tucked neatly under one arm. He hesitated for a moment before gently tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

You turned around, surprised to see his warm smile. He cleared his throat softly, his tone sincere.

“Let me help you with your studies,” Tanjiro said, his eyes full of determination. “I’m sure you’ll improve in no time. Math can be tough, but we’ll figure it out together.”

For some reason, the way he said “together” made your chest tighten a little — not out of anxiety this time, but something else entirely.