Different than the rest.

Silent strength, Navigating autism and adolescences.

Tanjiro was sitting on his bed. As he's currently reading a poem he had written when he was being taught how to write poems by his cousin a few weeks ago.

Tanjiro then rolls on his side, as he's very invested into reading the poem in front of his face. He didn't think poems could be so interesting, let alone so amazing. He always misjudged poems beforehand? He used to think they were incredibly boring and he never understood how his cousin wrote shit like this? But now he understands how and why? Not only does he find them interesting. He finds them to be incredibly useful as a way of helping communicating with your feelings, instead of telling someone everything at one time. So safe to say, Tanjiro loves poetry.

"TANJIROOO!!!" A very high pitched voice called out to him. Tanjiro sat didn't hear as he's wearing his ear defenders to block out the loud noises around him. He then starts flipping through the pages of poetry not noticing someone called his name.

"TANJIROOOOO!!!" The high pitched voice got a bit louder as the voice didn't get a response back from earlier. Tanjiro still doesn't hear as he's too hyper fixated on the poetry Thags right in front of him. He's so happy, and excited as he's learning new things from this poetry.

Then came a loud banging on the door. This didn't alert Tanjiro as he was still laughing and smiling about his poetry that was inspiring him so much to write his own? And he thinks that's just what he might do.

The door swings open, accidentally hitting the wall behind it due to the brutal force the person had put on it just to open it. They then looked at Tanjiro, as they realized oh yeah that was him.

Tanjiro was on his bed. His hair was long and messy. It was put in a lazy bun (it's very obvious, he put it in himself yet rushed when he did it) the color of his hair was a burgundy type of color. He had açaí bowl looking eyes almost, with dark rings around them from the lack of sleep he clearly gets. He was wearing his cousins hoodie and shirt (hence why it was entirely too large for him) and he was wearing his own pants. With his cute matching blue socks to put everything together.

"Hey, Tanjiro?" The Voice said as the person approached him. "Tanjiro?" The Voice Said again. Tanjiro gave no answer. This made the person irritated as they finally patted Tanjiro's shoulder causing Tanjiro to freak out.

Tanjiro then screamed as he sat up looking very mortified as he thought someone else he hadn't known had broken in, and tried to kidnap him or even worse. Someone tried to hurt him in his own house. He could feel his own heart beating faster than he thinks.

"Calm down, Tanjiro?" The person said. "I'm not gonna hurt you..? Ok..? You're being jumpy because you don't like being touched, forgive me for having to tap you." They said with a soft warm smile.

This made Tanjiro look at the person and realize who it was. It was Nezuko? Tanjiro then slowly removed his ear defenders as he realized it was his sister.

Nezuko. She had black hair with orange tips at the end, eyes as pretty as a carnation. She also had a voice as beautiful as an angel, and skin as pale as a peony. She also had fangs that were sharp. Not too sharp. But sharp enough. While she wore a sweater with a beautiful scarf that wrapped beautifully around her neck, and a maxi skirt that reached down to her feet. With a beautiful clean pair of white socks.

"Oh..It's you Nezuko.." Tanjiro stammered out. "I..I'm sorry i screamed.." he whispered out lowly. As Tanjiro felt embarrassed for yelling at his own sister, and not recognizing her scent from afar.

"It's fine." She said softly. "After all. You're bound to be jumpy. Cousin Yoriichi just took you to the hospital. Y'know? After you got diagnosed with.." she says as her voice trails off.