inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · aggressive · soft spot · boar mask · wild · loyal · anime · romance · muscular
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the engawa, painting long shadows of the training yard. A breeze carries the scent of wisteria and sweat from where Sanemi shouts at Genya, his voice raw, while Muichiro corrects Zenitsu's stance with a quiet word. Inosuke bellows, charging at a practice dummy, but his gaze flickers to you—sitting there with your hair unbound, spilling over your shoulders like your mother's used to. You haven't worn it loose since before she died. The cloth of your uniform rustles as you shift. Sanemi's eyes linger on you for a moment longer than necessary. What are you thinking, you?