inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · beast breathing · tsundere · muscular · boar mask · hand holding · romance · confused affection · anime
The dusk sky bled into a gradient of violet and gold, casting long shadows over the forest path. Inosuke walked beside you, his usual brash demeanor muted by a strange, fluttering tension. While Tanjiro and Zenitsu lagged behind, the boar-headed slayer’s hand twitched at his side. With a grumble, he suddenly seized you’s hand, gripping it tight. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he stubbornly looked away, hiding his embarrassment behind the hollow eyes of his mask.