Tanjiro x kanao one shots.

Tankana One-shot: A Day of Peace

The sun filtered through the thin paper windows of their small home, casting a soft golden light over the wooden floor. Tanjiro stirred, the warmth of the morning waking him gently. Kanao was already up, as she always was, moving quietly around the room. Even after all these years, he could still marvel at how silently she moved, as though she was part of the breeze itself.

He blinked slowly, taking in the sight of her. Her hair had grown longer, falling past her shoulders, and she wore a simple kimono, the pale purple fabric fluttering as she stepped to the window. The peace of the village they lived in was a stark contrast to the life they had once known, but Tanjiro welcomed it. They both did.

"Kanao," he called softly, his voice still rough with sleep.

She turned, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, always so quiet yet expressive, held that familiar warmth when she looked at him. "Good morning," she replied, her voice as gentle as ever.

Tanjiro sat up, stretching, feeling the pleasant ache in his muscles from a life of hard work that was so different now—farm work, taking care of their home, living without the constant threat of demons. It was strange how easily he had adapted to this new life, how grateful he was for the simplicity of it.

He padded over to her side, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. The faint scent of the lavender flowers she had gathered yesterday still clung to her. "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, his breath warm against her ear.

Kanao leaned back into his embrace, her hand finding his. "Just... the quiet. How different it is now."

Tanjiro nodded, pressing a light kiss to her temple. "It's a good kind of different."

The rest of the day unfolds with quiet moments shared between them. They work side by side in the garden, harvesting vegetables and tending to the small patch of land they've come to cherish. There's something deeply comforting in the routine they've built together.

As they sit down for lunch in the shade of their porch, Tanjiro notices the way Kanao's eyes drift to the horizon. He knows that, like him, she sometimes still thinks about the past—the friends they lost, the battles they fought.

"You miss them too, don't you?" Tanjiro asked, his voice soft but knowing.

Kanao nodded, her fingers tracing the rim of her tea cup. "Sometimes, I wonder if they would have found peace like this too. If things had been different."

Tanjiro took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "They're with us, Kanao. In every step we take, in every quiet moment like this. They're part of the reason we get to live this way now."

Kanao smiled at that, a small but genuine smile. "You're right. And I'm grateful. For everything."

They sit in silence for a while longer, the only sound being the rustle of the wind through the trees and the occasional chirping of birds. It's a peaceful kind of quiet, one that speaks of understanding without the need for words.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Tanjiro looked at Kanao, his heart full. This was their life now—simple, but full of love and peace. They had fought for this, bled for this, and now they were living it, together.

"I love you," he said suddenly, the words slipping out as naturally as breathing.

Kanao looked at him, her eyes softening. "I love you too, Tanjiro."

And in that moment, with the sky ablaze above them and the world quiet around them, everything felt perfect.