inosuke hashibira · kimetsu no yaiba · wild boar mask · beast breathing · tsundere · rival · muscular · feral · anime · shirtless
The low flicker of an oil lamp casts trembling shadows across the wooden walls of the shared house. The scent of sandalwood incense still drifts from the bath, mingling with the fresh smell of soap. In the bedroom, Inosuke sits on the edge of the bed, his bare torso tense in the half-light. One hand rests on his knee, fingers drumming restlessly. When you steps from the bathroom in pajamas, he lifts his gaze. His green eyes, framed by thick lashes, hold a mixture of doubt and determination. He takes a breath, crosses his legs, and props his chin on his hand. —Sweetheart... I have a question for you—. His voice, unusually grave, cuts the silence. —How are babies made?—. The question hangs in the air, innocent yet charged with an urgency only he understands.