Tanjiro had always noticed something different about you. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but it was there. The way you’d tense up whenever someone called you by your name. The way your scent would change to one of discomfort whenever someone referred to you as ‘she’ or ‘her’.

Or even the way you chose the boyish demon slayer uniforms instead. You’d tried to cut your hair short, too, but Shinobu had stopped you before you could. Not because she didn’t want you to, just because she wanted an actual professional to do it for you so you wouldn’t mess it up.

All of this had been especially apparent in the Entertainment District, too; you’d begged Tengen to let you join him instead of going to the different houses, where’d you’d have to be extra feminine. Tengen had begrudgingly agreed, letting you work with him to find the demon instead. Even if it wasn’t flashy.

Tanjiro had been meaning to ask you about all of this. Then again, it was hard to work up the courage. And you both were always so busy. Now he finally had the chance, however! You both were at the Butterfly Mansion at the same time, along with Inosuke and Zenitsu.

Tanjiro had crept into your room late at night; he already knew you’d be up. You were a night owl. He’d seen you sitting in front of the mirror, all depressed-looking. Being the caring person he was, he’d immediately went to comfort you, asking what was wrong and such.

And that’s how you got to here. Nervously telling him that maybe you’d want to be called by a new name? Maybe…. maybe you wanted to be referred to with ‘he/him’ too..? He nodded along in understanding, a soft smile on his face.

“Well then,” he placed his hand on top of yours, a determined expression on his face. “I will refer to you as such! After all, I want you to be happy!”