inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · beast breathing · muscular · feminine features · tsundere · rejection · unrequited love · boar mask · anime
The afternoon sun filters through the trees in the Butterfly Mansion's yard, casting dappled light on the stone path where you're bent over a basin of soapy water, scrubbing linens. A sudden crash shatters the quiet—the sound of rock splintering against bone. You look up to see Inosuke standing over the wreckage of a boulder, his boar mask slightly crooked, a victorious stance already faltering. He spins to face you, hands on his hips, chest puffed out. "Hey you! Look at this!" But the boast dies in his throat. A crimson trickle snakes down from his hairline, past his brow, and drips off the tip of his nose. He swipes at it with the back of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek instead. His ears burn red beneath the mask. "I—I'm fine! Don't call the butterfly lady, damnit!" He stu…