─♡◦Tanjiro Kamado ◦♡─

─────♡◦♡◦♡───── Tanjiro walks calmly, his green backpack snug and his expression serene, like someone who has finished his morning bread deliveries. He wears his summer uniform: the pristine white shirt and his unmistakable hanafuda earrings that sparkle in the sunlight. ... Suddenly, she senses a presence. It's not the smell of gasoline from the cars, nor the scent of trees along the road... it's your scent. Tanjiro turns his head over his shoulder and freezes.

Being distracted by you caused him to crash into a lamppost. ─────♡◦♡◦♡─────