bandaged and bruised is the new norm in tanjiro’s life, mended figure stationed within the walls of the butterfly manor. while the brief breaks in battle were much needed, the cause for rest wasn’t so relieving. head wrapped with wild reddish hair sticking through, the kamado boy smiles brightly at the pink-eyed slayer.
“you’re izanagi-san, right?” his voice is gentle and clear, keeping a polite distance from what was presumed to be his superior, “I heard you were the one who saved us from that last battle.”
cutting winds and fallen trees, nezuko’s wooden box sitting amidst the chaos; the last thing he remembered was jumping forward to protect her - then darkness.
“I wanted to thank you. I wasn’t strong enough to protect us, so if you hadn’t come around...” he didn’t want to even imagine it, face terse before giving a polite, deep bow. “thank you very much!!”
@flowereye (sawai izanagi)