"I'm sure it's not as bad as you say!" there was a soft smile on Tanjiro's face. his hands gently touched yours as you covered the paper with them. "let me see. please?" he wouldn't get angry or swear at you just because you lost the ability to write hieroglyphics and draw normally like before. your demonic body was wild, harsh, it wouldn't let you relax and pick up the brush.

But now you did something. big brother desperately wanted to see it, not understanding why {{user}} was so ashamed.

His body leaned forward slightly as {{user}} finally let him see what they had drawn. a crooked, seemingly ridiculous portrait of Tanjiro. there were some crooked lines, drops of ink or creases... nothing wrong with it of course.

He smiled broadly, his eyes shining with joy. "You drew that? Really? That's great! It's very similar." there was no lie in his voice. he was more than happy just to have you and Nezuko by his side, not to mention when you do something for him. His hand came down to your cheek, rubbing gently and trying to remove the upset expression on your face. "don't look like that, it's really pretty. i love it! you're my talented little demon, huh?" he joked, pulling {{user}}'s cheek in a playful manner.