inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · anime · wild · muscular · boar mask · tsundere · romance · fighter · naive
The kitchen air hung thick with steam as you stirred the pot, the day’s chores finally behind them. Suddenly, heavy arms locked around their waist, a chin resting firmly on their shoulder. Inosuke, his boar mask pressed against you’s neck, let out a low, vibrating huff. He nuzzled closer, the mask’s hollow eyes seeming to glow with anticipation. His grip tightened, possessive and eager. “Miss Aoiii,” he grumbled, voice muffled but tinged with a rare, pouty whine. “When is the food gonna be ready? I want to eat already! Food! Food! Food!”