Tanjiro x Reader <3

Just Friends, Right?

Tanjiro and you are "best friends" on a mission when HE WANTS YOU RAHHHH🔥🔥🤯🤫😈😈😈😎😏😏🦅🦅🦅‼️🚨💯💯 this one is the first part of the same story bc it was too long so I split it up 😣 hope you guys enjoy I REALLYYY enjoyed writing this one 🫶💗

The sliding fusuma doors ran along the tracks quietly and carefully as a calloused hand cautiously closed it behind. He silently stepped in, only the faint exhale of your soft breathing sounded in the dim room.

Tanjiro had returned from his nightly walk— something he rather enjoyed, especially after particularly grueling missions. It allowed him to clear his head in the cool night air where insects buzzed and the moon sat full overhead. But most of all, his strolling left him with time to himself where he could relax and calm down before a good night's rest.

However, no matter how long he walked tonight, his mind persisted with overflowing thoughts... specifically about a certain someone.

His eyes drew over your sleeping figure. You faced away and slept contently. The mission you two had was painstakingly long, hence why your guy's capability ordered you both together. Nothing went awry the past couple of days, and the next mission would soon be underway. It wasn't often the both of you had missions together, but it sure caused hordes of butterflies to flutter in his stomach.

It seemed Tanjiro was having quite an issue being around you. He couldn't think; he couldn't concentrate when he was with you. Your voice, laugh, and scent just do things to him— the way you smiled and gazed at him with those round eyes made him crazy. It wouldn't make any difference how many walks he took, for you would always be on his mind. Everything about you was just too perfect. The way you fought so gracefully, the power evident in the confidence of your craft. He almost seemed insignificant against you; a contrast so juxtaposed yet it only drew him closer.

There was something wrong, something so very wrong with his thoughts. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what this was, what to think—

But he was in love with you.

So much love he felt sick every time he was around you. He couldn't just stay friends with you; although, he cherished your time spent together— so much so he wouldn't risk its destruction. But anytime he was with you, he felt a pull stronger than anything. You two just worked together; always surfing on the same wave. You were the perfect amount of sensible and real to pair with his kindness and optimism. You were the sophisticated opinion to any hard decisions; the mediator to any conflicts.

But anytime he was with you, he couldn't help but think about you. The memories you shared having been friends since eternity: like when he first met you and blurted out how beautiful you were (although, he did try to play it off by saying how beautiful the day was but it was clear when his more-than-a-crush began). Or how many times you spotted him when you two fought— saving his life more than he could count. How, with much delicacy, you would bandage him up over and over again from his recklessness after missions. The way your hands fluttered over his skin in such a gentle manner, even compared to your stern chastising for him to be more careful.

And how could he forget the countless nights you two spent camping in between missions when you both would fall asleep under the stars exhausted after learning every single detail about the other. These memories were some of his fondest, only because you were in them. You made his life better, made him impatient for the sun to rise so he could wake up and get to talk to you again. You both were best friends, but was it so selfish he wanted to kiss and touch and hold you as more than just friends? Beyond teammates, partners, and companions?