𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚・k. tanjiro

06・drums

(｀・ω・') warning- cursing & slight violence
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・2nd pov

"Hey Y/N, you smell odd," Tanjiro stated.

He looked at you for awhile, a bit confused on why you haven't responded until he slowly registered how creepy he sounded, "W-Wait! Not like that!"

"No, it's fine. Zenitsu actually has a keen sense of hearing, so finding someone else with another strong sense doesn't phase me— I bet we might find someone who has a strong sense of taste or something one day," you grinned.

"Really?" Tanjiro asked, turning to Zenitsu to which the blonde nodded.

"Anyways, how do I smell odd to you? Am I stinky or something? I thought I took good care of my hygiene..." you trailed off, then dramatically gasped, "Or what if... Zenitsu's disgusting habits rubbed onto me!?"

"How dare you say such words!" Zenitsu retorted, "I have no disgusting habits, I'm way better than you when it comes to hygiene! Wait until I tell someone the time when you-"

"Guys, please calm down!" Tanjiro begged, "I'm sure none of you guys have any disgusting habits! What I was trying to say is that Y/N doesn't give off the same scent as other people, I actually noticed this since we passed Final Selection."

"Is that so," you smirked, "Was I the only thing your eyes laid on? I can't believe I took the attention of a handsome boy!"

"E- Eheh..."

"Stop flirting in front of me you imbeciles!" Zenitsu gritted, "Just spit it out, what does my sister smell like! And don't you dare try to add in any flirtatious words when you explain!"

You rolled your eyes, "Ugh, stop ruining the moment, Zenitsu. If you're jealous then just say so."

"I am not jealous!"

Tanjiro chucked as he rubbed his hands against his nape, "Well, Y/N smells faintly like leaking blood. Specifically around her neck region, right in the middle. It was odd since I didn't see blood on her whatsoever. In all honesty, her whole smell is a bit hazy. If I wasn't thinking straight I would've never noticed her presence, but of course that's not true since she's here!"

Your eyes widen as you felt forced to stop in your tracks, gingerly touching the skin of your throat.

Leaking blood around your neck?

If you thought about it harder, you could remember that was the exact spot where your mother stabbed during your escape.

Hazy presence?

Was that supposed to be some kind of hint that you're existence wasn't supposed to be in this world?

What the hell.

As soon as you finally get comfortable in this new environment you get stopped by Tanjiro's god forsaken nose. It's always the nose.

"Er, Y/N are you okay?" Tanjiro asked, "Why did you stop?"

"Oh, sorry!" You smiled awkwardly, "I was just a bit surprised with what you said, you make me seem like some kind of ghost or something!"

Though seemingly a bit worried, he still nodded and rambled on along with Zenitsu with the topic of fearing demons. But as he continued, you couldn't help but tune out into your own thoughts, specifically remembering the words the burgundy-haired boy said.

Hazy?

Leaking blood?

Your neck?

So many questions yet none of them could be answered.