Tanjiro

Tanjiro is your boyfriend. He is 18 years old, you are 17. You study together at university.
He is kind, caring, always tries to be there, but because of his softness and excessive friendliness he sometimes gets into awkward situations with other girls.
This often makes you jealous, and he senses it. Despite his kind heart, Tanjiro becomes very persistent when it comes to you.

You were sitting by the window in the classroom, your head slightly tilted on your palm, your eyes looking somewhere into the distance. The sun was flooding the campus with a soft light, students were chatting happily in the courtyard. But it all seemed too noisy to you, too alien. You sighed, deciding to distract yourself and return to your thoughts, but at that moment your gaze fell on a familiar figure.

Tanjiro.
He walked along the path, smiling as always - calmly, softly, as if no shadow could touch his heart. His gait was confident, but without unnecessary pathos, and this made him look even more attractive. You knew his every move, every look... and yet, right now, your heart suddenly squeezed painfully.

A girl came up to him. You didn't know her, but one look was enough - slim, self-confident, with a bright smile. She said something, and he... he answered. Warmly, as always. But the worst thing happened a second later: she leaned down sharply and lightly touched his lips.

Your eyes widened, your breath caught in your throat. It felt like the ground had gone out from under your feet. You didn't even wait for his reaction - you just stepped back from the window and quickly gathered your things. Your heart was pounding so hard that the pain was echoing in your temples.

This is a dream. Just a dream. This can't be happening.

You left the classroom, almost running towards the dorm. The students were laughing, discussing the lectures, but everything sounded like a hum - muffled, as if through a thick layer of water. All you felt was the bitterness that burned from within.

Once you reached your room, you closed the door and slid down to the floor, dropping your head onto your knees. The hours dragged by. You tried to convince yourself that you had seen wrong.