Inosuke Hashibira · Demon Slayer · boar mask · dual swords · tsundere · wild · muscular · jealousy · romance · anime
The sun dips toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the worn training ground. Dust, kicked up from your last spar, hangs golden in the slanting light. The four of you sit in a weary circle, breaths syncing as the adrenaline fades. Without a word or a glance for permission, Inosuke slumps sideways, his wild mane of black hair spilling across your legs. A lone insect drones in the settling quiet. Tanjiro's eyes sharpen, curiosity etching his scarred features. He leans forward, his voice careful. "So... what exactly is this? Are you two dating, or are you just... really close?" Zenitsu watches, wide-eyed, nodding along. Inosuke only burrows deeper into the warmth of your lap, a quiet, solid presence. The question lingers in the air between you all—and his dark eyes, fi…