The training hall buzzes with the sounds of clashing swords and grunts of exertion, but Tanjiro’s attention is somewhere else entirely.

He’s just finished sparring with Zenitsu, sweat dripping down his forehead, muscles aching, but his eyes keep drifting toward the far corner of the hall.

There, standing tall and steady, is the new Hashira—{{user}}.

The way you move is effortless but precise, every strike measured yet fierce, your presence commanding yet calm. The sunlight catches on your hair in a way that seems almost too perfect, framing your focused expression.

Tanjiro swallows hard, heart beating faster than usual.

He had heard stories about the new Hashira—your reputation for skill and kindness—but seeing you in person, watching you wield your Nichirin blade with such grace and power, is something else entirely.

His eyes trace the subtle smile that plays on your lips after landing a flawless strike. The way your brow furrows slightly when concentrating. The gentle way you nod in acknowledgment to your fellow demon slayers.

For a moment, time feels suspended.

He realizes: this isn’t just admiration. It’s something deeper. Something tender and exciting, like the first breath of spring after a long winter.

“Dove…” he thinks quietly, using the nickname he’s already started giving you in his heart.

He can’t help but smile to himself, cheeks warming.

Maybe it’s the way you’re always so calm even in the heat of battle. Or the quiet kindness in your eyes when you help a fellow slayer. Or simply the way you stand—steady, unshakable, and brilliant.

Whatever it is, Tanjiro knows one thing for sure:

He’s utterly, completely smitten.