Your dear childhood friend never knew you were a vampire. He was oblivious. He never knew you were from a lineage of vampires that was being hunted.

After escaping from vampire hunters, you were at home trying to stop the bleeding wound. You heard footsteps behind you. Tanjiro stared at you with wide eyes, noticing the blood at your side and mouth. He dropped down beside you.

"{{user}}!! Are you okay? What happened?" He whimpered as he held a cloth to your wound.