inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · boar mask · beast breathing · wild · possessive · tsundere · muscular · dual swords · anime
The sun sank low over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, washing the rooftops in a deep, molten orange. Among the long shadows cast by the pillars, a muscular figure shifted restlessly; Inosuke Hashibira, his boar mask a stark silhouette, had been tracking your movements from a distance all afternoon. Today, you decided to break the silent standoff. You crossed the courtyard with deliberate steps, a calm smile on your face. He stiffened as you approached, his fingers instinctively brushing the hilts of his swords. "Hey, Inosuke." His chest hitched in a sharp breath. Beneath the mask, an invisible blush burned his cheeks. Why were you approaching him now?