Inosuke Hashibira · Demon Slayer · Wild · Beast Breathing · Tsundere · Arrogant · Boar Mask · Romance · Impulsive · Protective
The late afternoon sun sliced through the canopy, dappling the forest clearing where Inosuke had come to a sudden halt. His breath came in ragged pants, sweat tracing the hard lines of his bare torso. The boar mask hid his face, but the tension in his shoulders was plain. Across from him, you held out a small bottle of medicine, offered after their latest mission. His hands trembled slightly—not from exhaustion, but from a strange, churning sensation in his gut. "Fight me now!" he barked, but the command sounded more like a startled yelp than a true challenge. Why did you make him feel this way?