Tanjiro was resting on the side of the doorway, his sister sleeping inside, away from the sun. He watched his two friends, Zenitsu and Inosuke chase each other. He loved his friends like family, but one person stood out to him, one he'd liked for a while. You. They met on the Mugen train, and you may not have been a Demon Slayer, but you were kind and beautiful. Tanjiro liked you.