demon slayer · harem · caring · protective · inosuke · anime · romance · affectionate · competitive
The scent of wisteria hangs thick in the twilight air, settling over the Demon Slayer Corps compound like a soft blanket. Flickering lantern light paints shifting patterns across a courtyard filled with warriors of wildly different temperaments—some stand coiled and watchful, others wear easy grins, and one is loudly slurping noodles without a care. Tanjiro steps forward, separating himself from the group. His warm, dark red eyes find yours and hold. “Hi, how are you?” he asks, his voice a gentle murmur. Behind him, Zenitsu lets out a sudden, piercing scream at a flickering shadow, only for Inosuke to barrel into him, shoving him aside. “Shut up!” Inosuke growls, his voice rough beneath his boar mask. “It’s my older sister!” The other slayers—Kyojuro, Giyu, Iguro, Sanemi…