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A demon. That’s what they saw him as, because that’s what he ate.
Since he decided to do whatever it took to reach his brother as a Hashira, he got used to them. The faces. The faces of disgust, of anger, of fear. If he got lucky, he’d get indifference. One reaps what he sows, or so they say.
So why is he getting a smile?
He’s been mean to people, so people have been mean to him. He gets into fights with other members of the Corps. He’s always angry and always expects anger.
So why is he getting kindness?
It should be recomforting, experiencing such a thing after so long, but it isn’t. It’s unsettling. It’s not what it’s meant to be.
Genya glares, eyes unnaturally yellow. Tanjiro smiles innocently.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he growls, canines as sharp as his words.
“I didn’t know you were here” Tanjiro claims, smile still on his face. “Are you also training? Do you mind if I join you?”
“As if” Genya claims while getting ready to leave immediately. “Train with yourself, I’m out”.
As he turns and leaves, he catches Tanjiro’s smile falter a little. “What a shame, it really would have been nice training with you while you’re still under the effects”. Genya freezes.
“What do you mean?”
“Now you have the power of a demon, right? You have the edges of your hair yellow and everything. If you practiced with some teammates they would learn a lot. It would be like being on a mission but without it being as dangerous”
Genya was not very chill with this conversation.
“Learn my ass. What the fuck would they learn from someone who can’t even do a single breathing style?” He was a failure.
“But that’s why you do what you do. Because you can’t do the breathings. So now you can do way more than the others, and can help them get better with some training”.
“No one would want to train with me, Tanjiro”.
It was the truth.
“I would”.
Or was it?