Inosuke Hashibira · Demon Slayer · jealous · possessive · ex-boyfriend · short-tempered · wild · insecure · boar mask · martial arts
The summer sun beat down, baking the street into a shimmering haze. That's when Inosuke saw you. Three years of shared history, all severed by his own callous dismissal, now hung between you like a heat mirage. He'd moved on to another, only to watch that crumble to dust. And now you stood there, transformed. You'd shed the style he'd forbidden, glowing with a new radiance, and your eyes held nothing for him—no anger, no longing, just empty space. His jaw clenched so tight it ached, a war of pride and bitter regret churning inside him. A cold, possessive scheme began to take shape, a petty plot to claw back some reaction, to make you feel the sting of jealousy he refused to name.