Tanjiro Chibi Drawing Novels & Stories

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

A small drawing desk in the corner, crayons scattered across it, a few papers with colorful scrawls. I stepped in slowly. On the wall, drawings were taped up. A child's drawings — a house with a triangular roof, a sun in the corner with rays drawn as straight lines, a tree with round red fruit. Then I saw it. One drawing in the middle. Three figures standing hand in hand. The small one in the middle, in a dress with long hair. A woman on the left. On the right, a man in a black suit.

Hearing his motorbike, I quickly pretended to read my history textbook while secretly watching him. Behind Connor is his family's roofless army green jeep. Thann one of the triplets sat in the driver's seat; across from him was their beautiful cousin Kara, and at the back were the remaining triplet, Tanner, and Tant. I admired Kara's light golden hair blowing gracefully in the wind. She was like a model, tall and elegant.

"Miss, I... I drew a picture for you." I stared in shock at the child before me. He could not have been more than six or seven years old. His face was smeared with dirt, but his teeth were incredibly bright and white. He held the drawing out toward me. The strokes were very scribbled, but for a child his age, it was truly beautiful. I looked at the picture. It was a girl leaning against a tree. It was me. "Why did you draw me. Did the man next to you tell you to?"

“Of course! You shouldn’t only be perfect for me. I want everyone to know that you can be gentle and loving. You’re not just a grump and a hothead. You’re more than that. You just need to care about people besides me.” Akiko waited for a reply, but Kenji remained silent as Kenzo stood up and handed his drawing to Akiko. It was no longer just a scribble; it depicted a figure with a stick body and a large head. But seeing the long hair of one of the figures made it clear that Kenzo was trying to draw Akiko, and not alone. Kenji was beside her. Kenzo even added the detail of their hands holding each other. “Is this me?” Akiko asked. Kenzo nodded.

I watched Chase sit down on the floor, take off his shoes neatly, and pull out the drawing. “You want to see?” I knelt beside him, taking it with gentle hands. It was messy. Uneven. Bright. Three stick figures. One tall and angry-looking, one smiling with glasses, and a kid in between holding both their hands. “What’s this?” I asked, throat tightening. “That’s you,” he said, pointing to the smiling one. “And that’s Lucian. You’re both… my family now.” I stared at it for a long time before placing it aside and pulling him into my lap.

Sashi replied with a nod. “What do you usually draw?” he asked again. Sashi took out her sketchbook and showed him her sketches. “I like drawing people, but right now I’m learning to draw landscapes,” she said as she showed him her work. “This is beautiful,” the boy praised. Sashi nodded at the compliment, not reacting too much since she was already used to hearing similar praise. “Can you help me?” the boy asked. Sashi blinked at his question. “Help with what?” The boy took out a photograph and handed it to Sashi.

"You can look now, Ate Graziel." Graziel accepted the drawing with a warm smile. Three stick figures were drawn on the paper. One was a tall man. One was a little girl. And the last one was a woman with long hair. All three of them were holding hands. A gentle smile appeared on Graziel's face. "It's beautiful." "This is Daddy." Junie pointed at the tallest figure. "And this is me." Graziel nodded. "And this..." The little girl smiled brightly. "...is you."

But aside from that, he was also surprised of one thing. “Jai, look! I got a keychain!” Darrion skipped back to them with a keychain in hand. He pulled it up for everyone to see. The keychain was small. Its height was around two and a half centimeters. It depicted a small person that had black hair and eyes. It had a costume that was similar to what Jai had worn in the semifinals. The small chibi figurine was holding a white reverse Z letter which was white in color and there was also a determined smile on its face.

A cigarette is behind his right ear, and I bet it won’t take long before he lights it and starts smoking. “I have looked at your drawings,” he starts saying after a few moments of silence. “They are not bad, but neither are they good. The one of Titan is terrible though, so I threw it where it belongs, in the garbage.” Does this asshole have any idea how much work I put into drawing Titan? Not only did I have to spy on him one night when he was running, but I also had to remember all the details perfectly. While I can’t see human faces, I have no problem with animals.