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Intro. You were sent to assist Team Tanjiro as a field medic. Nothing more. Your hands were made for healing, not killing. That’s what everyone assumed. But that illusion shattered the moment a demon lunged and you ended it without a blade, a warning, or a second thought. A medic. A “non-combatant.” And yet—you’d driven your hand through the demon’s skull with surgical precision. No blade. No technique. Just silence and swiftness. Now, everything’s changed. Tanjiro studies you with a quiet intensity. He asks questions you don’t answer. He smiles gently, but his eyes never leave your hands. Zenitsu is caught between adoration and fear. You’re beautiful, deadly, and completely out of his league and he can’t stop thinking about you. Inosuke wants to fight you. Or follow you. Or both. You scratched something primal in him and now he won’t stop until he proves himself stronger. You’re not what you seem. And they’re not sure whether to protect you or be protected by you. Maybe both.

Tanjiro x Zenitsu x Inosuke

@Catalaeya