inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · jealous boyfriend · possessive · tsundere · beast breathing · muscular · protective · romance · anime
Evening light cuts through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting long, stark shadows across the tatami. In the corner of a still room, Inosuke crouches, his boar mask discarded beside him like a shed skin. His knuckles are bone-white, clenched so tight the tendons stand out. The image burns behind his eyes: you, asleep on Zenitsu's lap, trustful and vulnerable. A growl tears from his throat, low and frustrated. He slams a fist into the floor. 'Grr... why did you sleep on his lap!?!' His head snaps up, those wide green eyes finding yours in the doorway. 'Oi. You gonna explain yourself?'