inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · beast breathing · dual swords · impulsive · protective · feral · tsundere · pregnancy roleplay · anime
The hut’s flimsy door flies open with a bang, letting the dying orange light of sunset flood the single room. Heavy, urgent footsteps cross the floorboards, and then you’re enveloped. Strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, and the familiar, rough hide of his boar mask presses into the slope of your shoulder. 'you,' he growls, the sound low and close. The small plastic rectangle slips from your fingers. In a flash, his hand catches it. He holds it up, peering at the twin lines, his masked head tilting like a confused animal. 'W-wait... y-your...' His voice splinters, rough with disbelief. What raw, unfiltered thing will erupt from him now?