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MidReal Story
My Cherry Blossom Boyfriend
Scenario: TANJIRO X TAYLAR
Hello there!
My name is Taylar Thornton and I am 17 years old.
I live in Japan.
For a long time, I've been obsessed with one particular character from demon slayer.
His name was Tanjiro Kamado.
He is 19 years old and he is part of the demon slayer corp that travels along with his demon sister named Nezuko Kamado.
Tanjiro looked cute and handsome when I kept on finding pictures of him on my phone.
I sometimes wish that he was my boyfriend because he had a kind heart and he was sweet.
But my parents only told me that it was just my imagation.
One day, I was sitting under a cherry blossom tree sleeping.
I've always loved cherry blossom trees because I was wearing a cute cherry blossom kimono with a cherry blossom flower in my hair.
While I was sleeping, I felt someone's hand warm against my skin and carrying me to my house and it turned out to be Tanjiro.
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Taylar Thornton
romantic, and determined. Taylar is deeply infatuated with Tanjiro Kamado from the Demon Slayer series. She often daydreams about him and wishes he were her boyfriend. One day, she meets Tanjiro in person after falling asleep under a cherry blossom tree. Despite her parents' skepticism, she believes their encounter was real and hopes to see him again.
Nezuko Kamado
mysterious, and powerful. Nezuko accompanies Tanjiro on his missions as part of the Demon Slayer Corps to help him fight demons. Her presence adds an element of danger to their encounters with humans like Taylar.
Tanjiro Kamado
compassionate, and protective. Tanjiro travels with his demon sister Nezuko to fight demons and protect humans. He encounters Taylar while she sleeps under a cherry blossom tree and carries her home safely. Despite being unaware of Taylar's affections, he shows kindness towards her and leaves an impression that makes her heart flutter.
Hello there!
My name is Taylar Thornton and I am 17 years old.
I live in Japan.
For a long time, I've been in love with one particular character from the demon slayer series.
His name was Tanjiro Kamado or Kamado Tanjiro, depending on how you look at it.
He is 19 years old and he is part of the demon slayer corp that travels along with his demon sister named Nezuko Kamado or Kamado Nezuko.
Tanjiro looked cute and handsome in his green attire with a golden trim and a white scarf tied around his neck and a pair of wooden sandals on his feet.
He also had two pairs of sock on, which was weird but I didn't care about that.
He had a kind heart towards people and he is so sweet.
I wish that he could be my boyfriend.
I always tell my parents about him but they just tell me that he is not real and that I should stop daydreaming about him.
I always tell them that he is real because I have seen his pictures and videos on the internet, but they don't believe me.
I went back home after my encounter with Tanjiro.
I sat on my desk and pulled out my nicest stationery, which was pale pink paper decorated with delicate cherry blossoms.
My hands trembled as I pulled out a pen and began writing.
I wrote about how he carried me home when I fell asleep under the cherry blossom tree and how he was so kind to me.
I told him that I admired his dedication to protecting people and that I was grateful for all that he did.
I told him that when I saw him in person, my heart started beating really fast and that he was even more handsome than his pictures.
I paused every now and then to cross out words and rewrite them so that they sounded better.
After two hours of writing and rewriting, I folded the letter into an origami envelope, sealing it with a red wax stamp.
"Are you really going to send that letter, Taylar?" asked my best friend, Yuki, peering over my shoulder with a skeptical look.
"Of course I am," I replied, clutching the envelope tightly. "I have to believe that somehow, someway, it'll reach him."
"But what if it doesn't?" Yuki pressed gently. "What if... what if he's not real like your parents say?"
I shook my head, ignoring the nagging doubt that had been growing in the back of my mind.
"I have to believe," I insisted.
I tucked the envelope into my bag and headed out to the neighborhood post office, which was only a five-minute walk away.
The evening sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets as I walked.
The post office was a small, unassuming building with a red postbox attached to the wall outside.
I halted in front of it, clutching the envelope tightly.
For a long moment, I stared at the address I had written on it: "Tanjiro Kamado, Demon Slayer Corps."
Suddenly, it struck me how ridiculous this sounded.
It was impossible for a letter to reach someone who didn't exist in real life.
Other pedestrians gave me odd looks as I stood there frozen, but I couldn't seem to move.
Ten minutes passed before I finally found the courage to slide the envelope through the slot. As it disappeared into the dark recesses of the box, I heard a metallic clang as it hit the bottom.
I turned away, my footsteps echoing on the empty sidewalk as I walked away.
Each step felt like I was leaving a piece of myself behind, a piece that would never come back.
The setting sun cast long shadows across the pavement, and a cool breeze rustled the cherry blossoms overhead.
I paused at the corner where Tanjiro had first appeared to me, carrying me home in his arms.
My fingers brushed against the rough bark of a cherry blossom tree, and a petal drifted down onto my shoulder.
I brushed it off, remembering how his hands had felt warm against my skin.
My phone buzzed in my bag - it was Mom asking where I was.
I typed out a response - "On my way."
The evening sun was low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the streets as I trudged up the hill toward home.
My shoes scuffed against the pavement, and a warm breeze carried cherry blossoms past me.
I paused at the top of the hill to watch them dance, their delicate petals like silk in the fading light.
My hand absently reached into my bag for my phone to check if Mom texted again when I caught a familiar scent - like hinoki wood and sun-warmed earth.
The same scent that clung to me when strong arms carried me home.
My heart pounded against my ribs, and the hair on the back of my neck prickled with the sudden sensation of being watched.
"Tanjiro?" I whispered, spinning around to find the street empty.
"You're not imagining things," a soft voice replied from the shadows, and my breath caught in my throat.
"How... how are you here?" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief and wonder.
He stepped out from between two streetlights, his green-checked haori fluttering behind him in the evening breeze.
The scar above his forehead looked more prominent in the dim light, and his eyes gleamed with a quiet intensity.
I gripped the metal railing beside me, my knuckles white with tension - this was no ordinary boy standing before me.
He took another step closer, the scent of hinoki wood growing stronger, and I felt like I was drowning in it.
"Because I'll never leave," he said, and my eyes drifted to the bamboo box strapped to his back.
Nezuko was with him, even now.
"You're real," I breathed, the words barely escaping my lips as I tried to comprehend the impossible.
Tanjiro nodded, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
"And so is the world you wrote about," he said, his voice steady and filled with a quiet conviction that sent shivers down my spine.
My trembling fingers hovered inches from his outstretched palm, the streetlights casting an ethereal glow on the rough calluses that marked his hand from years of wielding his nichirin blade.
The same blade that had fought countless battles against the demonic hordes.
I hesitated, my mind reeling with the weight of reality colliding with the world I'd created.
The cherry blossoms continued to fall around us, delicate petals drifting to the ground like snowflakes as Nezuko shifted inside her box.
A faint hum of her demonic power echoed through the air, a reminder of the dual worlds that now converged in this moment.
I drew a shaky breath, my heart pounding against my ribs - I couldn't let my doubts hold me back any longer.
With a surge of determination, I pressed my fingertips against his skin, and warmth flooded through my hand.
Solid proof that he was more than just a figment of my imagination.
Tanjiro's fingers curled gently around mine, his grip both tender and strong.
Small scars crisscrossed his knuckles like a map of his battles, and I felt a deep sense of reverence for this boy who had walked into my life. When our eyes met, I saw a softness in his gaze - a quiet understanding that this moment was more than just chance encounter.
His grip tightened around my hand, drawing me closer to the edge of the street where shadows seemed to ripple like water.
The familiar neighborhood behind me grew distant and hazy, the cherry blossoms swirling more intensely around us.
I stumbled slightly on the uneven ground, but Tanjiro steadied me with his other hand.
The air thickened with an otherworldly pressure that made breathing difficult, and a muffled sound came from Nezuko's box that sent chills down my spine.
Tanjiro's hand remained steady against mine, his touch a beacon of reassurance as the world around us darkened.
The streetlights flickered, casting long shadows that twisted and writhed like living things.
The houses and lampposts blurred into indistinct shapes, replaced by an eerie landscape of shifting darkness.
I felt like I was being pulled into a realm beyond the boundaries of reality.
The pressure in the air grew heavier, making each breath feel like inhaling syrup.
Nezuko's box rattled again, the sound closer to a growl this time.
My heart raced with a mix of fear and exhilaration, but I kept my gaze fixed on Tanjiro's determined expression.
His jaw was set in a resolute line, his eyes burning with an unwavering determination.
The shadows ahead parted like a curtain, revealing a faint purple glow that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. I squeezed Tanjiro's hand, drawing strength from his touch as I took that first step forward.
The ground beneath my feet felt like shifting sand, and the air vibrated with an electric tension that crackled through every nerve ending in my body.
With each step, the purple glow grew brighter, illuminating the twisted landscape around us.
I felt like I was being pulled into a realm where the laws of reality no longer applied - a realm where demons roamed free and the boundaries between worlds blurred into nothingness.
Tanjiro's grip on my hand remained firm, anchoring me to this strange new reality as we ventured deeper into the heart of the unknown.
The cherry blossoms continued to fall around us, their delicate petals glowing like tiny lanterns in the purple light.