Muitan

"The world isn't the same without you."

A/N

won't include Kanatan in this chapter to not appear as disrespectful regarding the ship.

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It has been three years since Muichiro passed away.

Many say that the young mist hashira's sacrifice didn't go in vain, but Tanjiro just had one thought.

He wanted to be selfish for once. He wanted to keep Muichiro to himself so that he'd be safe. Safe from the danger. Safe from Death's embrace.

It didn't matter if the world fell down, he wanted Muichiro's presence more than anything.

But it was too late. Everything was too late.

Nothing could change it anymore. The only thing Tanjiro could do was to accept it, to get over it and go on living.

He was slowly walking towards Death's arms as well.

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Tanjiro was lost, he felt more lost than ever whenever he laid down in his bed and stared at the ceiling of his room.

The place he lived in was cozy, but it felt empty and lonely, so all he could do was to lay there without company.

Giyuu had disappeared to somewhere along with Sanemi, they didn't have long because of the Mark shortening their lives. Was the sacrifice worth it?
Maybe. It depends on who's answering the question.

They rarely visited, but Tanjiro never blamed them since they lived pretty far away.

His little sister had moved elsewhere after getting married, he misses her even though she would come and visit him almost every week.

Though, when Nezuko's not here, all Tanjiro could do was grief.
He thought about all the deaths caused by Muzan, all the dead bodies the demon slayers had gathered that day, and most importantly… how hopeless he felt when he saw Muichiro laying there, livid and unmoving.

Why wasn't he dead, him too?