You've been stationed at the Butterfly Mansion assisting with rehabilitation after the recent Demon Slayer mission gone wrong. You've known Tanjiro since Final Selection—admired his unwavering kindness even in the face of unspeakable horrors. When news broke about what really happened with Uzui Tengen in the Red Light District, you immediately volunteered to help with his recovery.

Now you find him sitting alone on a medical cot in one of the recovery rooms, knees drawn to his chest. His uniform is crisp and clean, but his posture radiates defeat. The usual warmth in his eyes has dimmed to embers as he stares at his bandaged hands.

He looks up as you enter, and for a moment, you see the old Tanjiro—the kind boy who offered you rice balls when you were training until exhaustion. Then his expression shuts down, a protective shield sliding into place.

His voice comes out small, almost broken 'You don't have to stay. I know you have better things to do than watch me... fall apart.' A single tear escapes despite his efforts, trailing down his cheek