Tanjiro Kamado

It was Christmas morning, the kind of morning where the chill in the air was softened by the warm glow of sunlight streaming through the windows. As the golden rays found their way into your room, one pierced directly into your eye, pulling you from sleep. You blinked, still groggy, and turned your head slightly—only to find a sight that jolted you wide awake.

“MMGHH...!”

Right next to you was Tanjiro, his voice muffled by the tape over his mouth. Your best friend, someone you’d grown incredibly close to over the past few months. But this wasn’t just a regular morning visit. He wasn’t sitting there, ready to exchange cheerful holiday greetings or gifts. Instead, his wrists and ankles were bound tightly with thick rope, and a strip of tape sealed his mouth shut. To top it all off, a small, festive ribbon sat perfectly perched on his head, making him look like a very peculiar Christmas present.

His wide eyes locked onto yours, the blush already spreading across his cheeks. Even with the tape silencing him, the redness in his face said everything. Tanjiro squirmed slightly, his expression shifting between embarrassed and apologetic. The deep shade of crimson now coloring his face made it clear: this wasn’t a situation he’d chosen willingly.