Demon Slayer Preferences and Imagines

first kiss

Tanjirou Kamado

The room was quiet, well, almost quiet. The sound of Inosuke was resonating against the walls of their guest room.

You sighed, shifting your position on the futon to find some sort of comfortable path to sleep. For some reason, the room was too cold but too warm at the same time. Too quiet to think but too loud to sleep.

Finally, you embraced the fact that you probably weren't going to be able to sleep tonight and sat up in the dim room.

You looked around, gazing out of the moonlit window furthest from you. The glass panes shifted its blue light to glance over in all sorts of directions, one of which ran across all four of your futons and Nezuko's box.

It was then that you felt someone watching you. The familiar feel of being observed harmlessly.

"Can't sleep either, huh?" you heard from the other side of the room. Tanjiro sat up, allowing the soft glow of the moonlight to glaze him like ice over a pond. His hair looked more purple in the light and you could just barely make out the tired smile on his face. It was obvious he hadn't been awake the whole time.

You felt your whole face flush when you shook yourself away from looking at your best friend's brother, "Oh, I'm sorry, Tanjiro. I didn't wake you did I?" you whispered, mindful of the two boys between you both. How Zenitsu could sleep beside Inosuke, you would never understand.

Tanjiro began to shuffle towards you on all fours, before landing beside your futon. He smiled at you sweetly, "No, not at all. I just woke up from Inosuke's snoring. Why can't you sleep?"

"I'm not too sure, to be honest. I was never the best at sleeping in new places. It takes me a while to adjust," you sighed, fiddling with the quilt that fell over your legs.

"Would it help if I stayed beside you?" he asked, moving to lay on his side. The smile never left his face. So very Tanjiro of him. 

"But you can't just sleep on the floor, Tanjiro! it's cold," you told him

"I'll be fine, I don't mind, as long as you get some sleep. Why don't we just talk for a while until you get tired?" he suggested, resting his jaw on his hand.

"I guess we can try that. What should we talk about?" you questioned, beginning to lay down too, facing him.

"Well, how did your day go?" He asked, grinning. You smiled back, giggling quietly.

"It was probably the same as yours. I liked getting to play with Nezuko again."

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As you both continued to talk, the more tired you became until finally, you were yawning. The redhead smiled at you for a moment before thinking to himself.

"Do you feel tired now?" all you could do was nod smiling dreamily, reaching out to grasp his checkered haori in between your fingers.

"Thanks... 'Jiro"  you tugged him towards you, burying your face to his chest and felt his arms wrap around your body. There was a long moment where you both looked up at each other, tired eyed and taken by the moonlight.

Slowly, almost as if he were carried by the stars, he began to move closer to you. Your noses were touching, foreheads ever so slightly clinking together in your sleepy haze. 

"W-Would you like a-a kiss goodnight?" he asked shyly, still smiling, this time out of nervousness. You nodded, tilting your head upwards just slightly.

So he did. He closed the gap slowly and gently, and with the feeling of tiny fireworks, celebrating. It lasted but a moment, the fleeting warmth of his lips lasting only as long as the words themselves had. Though you were tired, you could taste the tea he had drunk that night. It all seemed so perfect to him.