☘︎︎ 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙢 ☘︎︎

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟼

I have so much swag;
S - sadness
W - weaknesses
A - anxiety
G - gayness

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{third person POV}

'It'll go away if I just stab it' Sanemi concluded, staring at the white sheet of which contained Tanjiro underneath, he simply didn't want to be seen with his different features yet. Sure it was a stupid idea but what other choice did he have?

The wind pillar cautiously narrowed his eyes and silently unsheathed his sword as the master continued to speak.

"A dramatic decline in demon's up in the north has proved quite positive for the production of arct-..."

Sanemi wasn't really listening to the master's words, he was simply too focused on getting rid of this 'hallucination' which was kneeling next to him.

Tanjiro turned his head from under the sheet when a shiny glint caught his eye; coming from Sanemi next to him. It was quite difficult to make anything out but he could tell it was something sharp.

Making up his mind, Sanemi drew back his sword and roughly stabbed it into Tanjiro's side; slicing through flesh and bone. The wind pillar cringed at the feeling of skin tearing, not expecting to feel anything since he thought it to be in his mind.

'Shit'

Tanjiro roughly grabbed his side as his slitted eyes widened in shock.

An ear horse cry ripped through his chest as his lungs were punctured, the scream was horrifying in fact. Not just a scream for help- it scratched his throat like barbed wire, cutting through his vocal cords and smashing into the atmosphere. It was utterly unnerving... and it caught the attention of everyone.

The feeling of his lungs collapsing as his heart slowed was the pure feeling of agony as Tanjiro coughed and spluttered clotted blood; dampening the now crimson coloured sheet still draped over his pale face.

As an attempt to let more air rush into his broken lungs; Tanjiro ripped the sheet of and threw himself to the floor, gaping for breath as everyone stared bewildered and horrified.

Sanemi dropped his sword to the floor in shock, watching as a deep pool of red formed underneath the boy.

Obanai tried desperately to explain to everyone what had happened to him that night while Muchiro attended to the gasping boy.

The mist pillar shakily bent down the the pool of blood; it started to seep through his clothes as he uselessly hoisted Tanjiro's upper body up and rest on his knees.

His cries of pain had diminished to mere ragged and uneven breaths as his face became deathly white in colour. Muchiro's eyes began to prick with tears. What if Tanjiro didn't have regeneration like other demons... he thought.

Sanemi stepped back from the frantic scene. His hands shaking with disbelief as he watched the light slowly fade from Tanjiro's once glowing eyes.

Muchiro wrapped his arms tightly around Tanjiro's torso, letting his tears silently dampen the boy's unnaturally pale cheek.

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"Immune.......only features........ demon......... different........survive... sun.........not reliant on..flesh"

Tanjiro awoke to sharp pains all throughout his upper body; his eyes couldn't make out the surrounding. And his muffled senses could only visualise parts of the sentences that circulated around him.

"H-hello" Tanjiro wheezed out, his throat hurting by the mere sentence. He put a hand around his neck and slightly massaged it go get rid of the pain.

"T-Tanjiro! You're ok!" Zenitsu cried, his eyes were red rimmed as he chucked himself on top of Tanjiro.