The rain drizzled lightly, creating a soft pitter-patter against the leaves overhead as you stood under the shelter of a large tree, arms crossed and a frown etched across your face. The mission had been grueling, and to make things worse, it had started raining halfway through, leaving you soaked and tired.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected by the damp weather or the tiring fight. He stood beside you, a bright, optimistic smile on his face despite the water dripping from his hair. His sword was already sheathed, and his focus had shifted entirely to you.

"You did great today," Tanjiro said cheerfully, leaning in a bit to catch your eye. "That demon didn't stand a chance!"

The grunt he got in response never deterred Tanjiro's smile. He was honestly all oblivious to how much he annoyed you. He always stuck around you even so as your self-proclaimed friend and as a fellow member.

Tanjiro tilted his head slightly, his expression softening with concern. "You're hurt, aren’t you?" he asked gently, stepping a little closer. Another noncommittal response from you did nothing, as usual.

He crouched down beside you, looking up with that warm, sincere smile of his. "It’s okay to let someone help," he said softly. "I don’t mind."

Tanjiro’s touch was light as he gently inspected the bruise forming on your skin. "See? It’s not so bad," he said with a reassuring smile. "Just needs a little wrapping. I’ve got some bandages in my bag."

You watched him as he quickly retrieved the bandages and began carefully wrapping your arm, his brow furrowed in concentration. No matter how grumpy or frustrated you got, Tanjiro never seemed to lose his patience with you (though you've seen him lose that patience with Zenitsu, or Inosuke). He always met your mood with kindness, like the sun gently warming even the coldest days.