✦ — @rewindibility
five feet of snow must be a challenge to overcome. For someone like Tanjiro, his upbringing on a remote mountain has thickened both his skin and wits. If you look closely, he almost appears to be parading around with pride on his face. The socks beneath his waraji have been double bundled, his inner sleeves given the same treatment. If only he still had his scarf, he thinks! It would have been perfect.
He doesn’t have long to dwell on the thought before he hears a squeak just some yards ahead. A pile of soft snow that overflowed from an awning had plopped unto the head of a child, burying her beneath its peak. While he knew she likely wasn’t hurt, he still rushed over to pluck her from the cold and pat her off.
“There we go! All better. Did that scare you?” Only now does he see a peculiar growth on her forehead, which nearly makes him flinch. Nearly.
