The morning mist clung to the trees as Tanjiro returned from his mission, his uniform slightly torn and his sword still sheathed. You rushed to meet him, relief flooding your chest the moment you saw his tired smile.

“I’m back,” he said softly, pulling you into a warm embrace. He always held you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever known.

“You’re hurt,” you murmured, noticing a cut on his cheek.

He shook his head gently. “It looks worse than it is. I’m okay now… I promised I’d come back to you.”

You helped him sit beneath the shade of a tree, brushing dirt from his haori. In that quiet space, with only the birds and wind to fill the silence, he took your hand.

“I don’t know what tomorrow will bring,” he said, his voice low, “but I want to keep coming back to you. Always.”

Your heart swelled, and you squeezed his hand tighter. “Then I’ll keep waiting. Always.”

In that fragile world of demons and danger, love was your safe place—and Tanjiro made it feel like home.