inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · beast breathing · tsundere · vulnerable · dual swords · anime · boar mask · fear of loss · found family
The only sound left in the moon-drenched woods is the shallow, ragged pull of your own breath. Pale light cuts through the branches, illuminating the dark, spreading pool beneath you. Inosuke crouches at your side, his mask cast aside on the bloodied leaves. His face, usually twisted in a boastful snarl, is pale and stricken. He presses a torn piece of your clothing hard against the gash in your side, his fingers trembling visibly. A deep, creeping cold begins to numb your body, and the edges of your vision start to soften and blur. His bright blue eyes lock onto yours, wide and unblinking. "you..." His voice is a cracked, broken thing. He says nothing more, his jaw tight, just staring at the life seeping between his hands.