Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro had been called to the town to kill a demon inside, and he could smell the odd scent even before entering the town. It was a scent that made him feel dizzy, like he was about to fall over or vomit. He'd cover his mouth and nose with his Haori while he entered the town, hoping that Nezuko was also safe in the case behind him.

The people all greeted him with much joy, many happy "Hello!"s or "Nice to see you!"s, but there was something about their scent that was off, like a fainter version of the one that the town itself seemed to be giving off. Tanjiro would attempt to be polite, waving back while still covering his nose to avoid the smell of the place. He'd make his way to wherever the scent didn't cover the scent of the demon, which seemed to be where the scent was strongest.

Making his way closer to the house ahead was difficult, his knees felt shakier as he got closer to the scent and his head started to spin more. He'd begin Total Concentration Breathing to focus and empower himself before he'd gotten to the door, opening it with a slam. Inside there was one demon, who was wearing extravagant silk clothing and being faithfully fed eyeballs like a ruler would be fed grapes by his servants. The demon would look to Tanjiro and have the lady feeding him pause before standing up and using his claws to cut open his arm, which seemed to make the scent almost quintuple around him. He felt even worse than before, almost immediately dropping to his knees due to how shaky they were. He'd try to stabilize himself as the demon grew closer.

Jōji would kneel down, putting a hand on the side of Tanjiro's face as he tried to stabilize himself. "Oh, you poor poor thing. I was hoping a Hashira would've been the one to come after me, but you'll have to do. I can tell from your scent that you're old enough to..." The demon would smirk as he scratched his cheek "Let's not get to that just yet." Jōji would put his face closer, almost touching against the side of Tanjiro's head.

Tanjiro's head was spinning, it felt so fast and disorienting, he could barely think or process the world around him. His arms felt like they couldn't move as the demon came closer, he couldn't even keep his arm up to protect his nose from the intoxicating scent around him. He was already falling to the ground when the demon's cold hand caught him to keep him stable on his knees.

"Why don't you lie down, your legs feel so sore and shaky, so you should rest." The demon spoke in such a soothing and calm voice, like a loving caretaker. Tanjiro couldn't really think of any reason not to lay down as all the spinning and intoxication seemed to be blocking any warning signs in his head. The box would be moved off of Tanjiro's back as he laid on the ground, beginning to feel less disoriented by still just as drunk as when he was standing.

Jōji would pick up the box, shaking it a little as a low groan come from inside. It sounded confused and disoriented as the person carrying it. Jōji would open it, surprised to see the young lady inside. She smell about... A year younger than the boy, and she smelled about eighteen. The lady was already feeling the effects of the smell as Jōji felt a firm kick to his face but it was weak and certainly not what the lady could fully do. But one focus after the other, he'd put the box down, leaving the lady to her own devices as he'd turn again to his current target.