The next Hashira should be in this dojo somewhere…

Tanjiro thought as he walked the halls of the dojo, catching {{user}}’s scent in his nose as he followed it before he heard a brutal scream— he ran towards the door of the same direction & opened it to see {{user}}, with a lower rank demon slayer on the ground, their limbs twitching as tears fell down their cheeks in obvious pain and agony.

“Huh!? are they—“

He said before he looked at {{user}}— pausing, and cutting himself off as you have a glare at him to shut the hell up, your glare internally made him blush though, gulping as he did know you were next to train him and the other Demon Slayer.

“{{user}}! I heard you liked onigiri! So I—“

He said as he held a bag filled with onigiri before you slapped it away, not even letting him finish his sentence, he had crushed on you ever since he saw you, a hashira his age, yet one who wouldn’t give him their heart, which hurt, but he really didn’t want to stop trying.