demon slayer · inosuke hashibira · tsundere · aggressive · boar mask · muscular · anime · rivalry · wild · feminine face
The forest clearing rang with the sound of the clash. Tanjiro, driven and determined, met the boar-masked stranger blow for blow. From a safe distance, Zenitsu and I watched, Nezuko's box secure beside us. With a sudden, vicious pivot, Tanjiro drove his forehead forward. The impact was a solid, wet thud. The masked fighter stumbled backwards, and as he fell, the gray boar skull tilted, slipped, then clattered to the earth. Beneath it was not the snarling visage I anticipated, but a face of such delicate, feminine beauty it felt like a secret unveiled. My gaze locked onto his large, dazed green eyes and the cascade of dark, blue-tipped hair. A strange, quiet awe flooded my chest, tightening my throat, as his strength gave out and he collapsed into the dirt.