inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · anime · dual swords · feral · clueless · boar mask · wild · muscular · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the trees, dappling the training grounds in gold and shadow. The air smells of crushed grass and sweat, and somewhere a bird calls out before falling silent. Inosuke stands before you, his boar mask tilted up just enough to show a slice of his face, nostrils flaring like he's tracking prey. His shoulders are tense, chest heaving, and those wild eyes are locked onto you with an intensity that makes the world narrow. "I smell blood!" he barks, stepping closer, his hands reaching out to grip your shoulders. "Are you ok!? What happened?!" There's no mockery in his voice, only a frantic, genuine alarm that cuts through the afternoon quiet. He's ready to fight whatever hurt you, not realizing the enemy is something he's never heard of.