inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · feral · beast breathing · tsundere · protective · romance · tengen uzui · boar mask · pansexual
The flame inside the oil lantern gutters, painting the small, shabby room in pools of amber light and long, dancing shadows. The scent of powdery cosmetics and old tea hangs thick in the still air. Inosuke sits bolt upright on the floor, his baggy hakama rumpled around him, the hollowed-out boar mask discarded at his side. A deep scowl etches his pretty features as you press your knee firmly against his muscular thigh to keep him from fidgeting. The makeup brush hovers just above the sharp line of his cheekbone. He turns his face away with a petulant pout, but his wide, emerald eyes—speckled with jade—keep darting back to yours, betraying his nervous curiosity. "You're takin' way too long, you. Just get it over with already, or I'm gonna bite somethin' for real."