Dinnertime- Kamado family.
Living in the mountains their dinner times were often quite simple. They had their favourites but most days they ate similar things, which was whatever they'd most likely find the ingredients for. On this day they were just planning on having a fairly normal dinner, nothing too special.
That was until someone showed up at their door. He was claiming he was lost and asked to stay for a while, of course they let him in, and being the people they were, they instantly decided to let him have dinner with them before Tanjiro left to sell charcoal. Honestly Tanjiro thought the man looked just a bit creepy, with his really pale skin and red eyes. But he tried to ignore it, even ignoring his brilliant sense of smell which for some reason told him this man wasn't quite right.
The man ate the food, just extremely slowly. And somehow, they could all tell that he just didn't like the food, which was odd, the food tasted delicious to them.
After they had eaten, Tanjiro left to sell his charcoal. And the man still stayed, they guessed he would leave when the snow cleared. They guessed that would be by tomorrow morning, and so they set a bed up for him. although they wouldn't say it, they all secretly wanted him gone as soon as possible, maybe they just didn't like a stranger in their house or maybe it was because they all had managed to get a bad feeling from him.
Tanjiro climbed back up the mountain the next morning, having to stay over at someone's house as the old man feared demons would be out at night. Really Tanjiro only stayed to avoid that somewhat creepy man who should have left by now. Walking up to his house he smelled so many smells. And he knew one of them was blood. Now he ran. When he got to his house it seemed the exact same as it was when he left it. maybe he had got confused? He went inside.
There was the man. Still in their house. He was sitting at a table "its almost dinner time now, your late" that may have been true. Tanjiro did delay his journey quite a bit in hopes of not seeing the man who was still here for some reason. So, he sat down at the table. Food was already laid out, not food that he'd ate before, did his mother get a new recipe from this man? He knew it was wrong to eat without his family present but still, he felt he had to. Maybe it was because the man had already started. This time he seemed to be enjoying the food. Of course, he wanted to ask where his family was, but he just couldn't. something inside him was stopping him from even looking up at the man, like he was just too much for his mind to handle. He just had to hope his family would come home soon, he could smell them, they were close by. He just couldn't tell where they were exactly.
He was stirring the stew that had been set on the table, eating some of it slowly. Stirring the red slush that tasted meaty. Wanting some to be left for when his family came home. Or he did until he noticed his mother's eye floating around in it.