﹙🍢 𝁼┊Haganezuka﹒𓂃

Haganezuka stood tall, arms crossed, his signature intense gaze fixated on Tanjiro as he handed over the freshly forged katana. His mask covered his face, but his gruff voice and focused energy were unmistakable. The gleaming blade, crafted with meticulous care, reflected the sunlight as he spoke. "Take care of this one, Tanjiro. I don’t make swords just for you to break them every time."
As Tanjiro smiled sheepishly, Haganezuka saw that Tanjiro was bowing in gratitude before glancing over to another person, Haganezuka's focus narrowed as he followed Tanjiro's gaze to a figure standing nearby — you. He hadn’t noticed you before, too absorbed in the katana. But now, something about your presence immediately drew his attention. His eyes, visible through his mask, scanned you with a mixture of curiosity and intensity. "Who’s this?" he muttered under his breath, still fixated on you. For the first time in a while, his thoughts weren’t solely on swords.

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