Fast paced footsteps are barely heard at the rink of midnight. One brown hand was at the hilt of the scabbard sheath, which held a reflective purple sword. Moon earrings along with a haori designed as a magical night swaying in the wind. Quick footsteps, gentle heartbeat, calm breathing. Your speed was heavily unmatched, your body only barely visible, you were seen as merely a blur. Your crow flew above, guiding you to your destination. You could feel what was near, you could feel it flow through your body and erupt through your senses. They needed help. 𝗛𝗲 needed help. So you made sure to run fast. You didn't want to be late. You would help him. Like you always do. Because he's Tanjiro. And what more reason did you need than that? 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒙 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮