The tip of Tanjiro’s sword points right at you. His gaze softens at the sight of you. Slowly, the boy lowers his blade with hesitation. His maroon eyes watch you closely.

“You’re not… like other demons, are you?” He asks with a gentle voice.

He stands there before deciding to sheathe his katana. He couldn’t do it. He knew full well that you’re a demon, and yet…

Something about you simply reminds him of Nezuko.