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His scars (Fluff/Angst)

•• Tanjiro POV ••

I truly don't deserve her.

I played with my hands while sitting under the Wisteria tree with Y/n. Her hands looked so dainty and soft resting on the stone we sat on. I want to hold her hand. But she wouldn't like mine.

My hands are rough and scarred, calloused and unworthy of holding such an Angels. Her eyes were closed, eye lashes fluttering open as the song she was humming came to a close.

She turned to me slowly, a content smile resting on her perfect face. The sunlight basking her skin, making it glow in the summertime bliss.

"Its so nice out here." Her voice melted me like butter, her soft gentle tone caressing me like the warm sunbeams. Her shiny H/c ponytail blew slightly in the breeze, every detail of her being so captivating in the moment.

But I am not worthy of her.

I have scars all across my body, one covering a portion of my face at that. My back and chest littered with nasty scars of healed gashes from previous battles.

My hands are so ugly. Her beauty is a luxury I do not deserve-

"What's wrong Tanjiro-kun?" She turning her body more towards me, giving me a concerned look through her eyelashes.

A slight blush burned my cheeks as she pouted. "I'm fine! I'm not sure what you mean."
Her eyes went down from my face, to my hands, back up my eyes.

"Did Aoi not bandage your hands?" She took a hold of my hands, tracing them softly with the tips of her pointer finger. "Come to think of it . . I don't remember your hands being injured in the battle . . . you've been fidgeting with them though have you not? Is there something wrong?"

She looked back up at me with concern, concluding there was no visible injury. Her face held no disgust, no sight of a slight cringe at the sight of my repulsive hands.

"Um . . . I-" Suddenly the air felt thick. I don't want to plague her with this. I turned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I hunched over to look at the floor.

"My hands are ugly. I wanted to hold yours, but I am not worthy." The words felt heavy slipping from my mouth, with the sentiment out in the air, a lump began to form in my throat. She was silent, watching my solemn face with no reaction.

What was I thinking?
Of course she finds me repulsive-

"What do you mean ugly? Why would you think that?" She placed her hand on my shoulder, pushing my body to look towards her. When I didn't look up to meet her gaze, her other hands went under my chin, fingers tilting my head up.

I looked at her, a concerned and pained expression on her beautiful features. I caused this. I'm so sorry.

"My scars are gross. My hands are so rough and calloused, I'm nothing like you. I have scars all over." I rubbed my forehead, before running my fingers through my burgundy locks.
"Your so beautiful and perfect, I am not worthy,"
Of your love.

I looked back up, seeing her serious eyes begin to gloss over hearing my troubles. "Your scars do not make you worthless. They show your character, they express your hardships, and how you overcame them. They show your relentless grit and are a part of your beautiful personality. Why would you want to be worthy of me?"

I avoided her gaze, before finally, looking back up with desperate, adoring eyes. Her scent changed to one of realization, quickly followed by her face changing to match. "Oh- Tanjiro! I-"

"I'm sorry. I knew this was-" I was cut off when she pulled my face forward, capturing my lips with hers. Soft silky lips working against mine in a passionate kiss.
Her hand trailed down to find mine. I took a hold of her smaller hands, gripping them tightly as I melt against her.

The overwhelming scent of Wisteria and her took over my senses, making me hazy as we pulled back.

"You are worthy. And I love you."

••End••

Word count : 698