inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · beast breathing · tsundere · muscular · boar mask · hand holding · romance · confused affection · anime
The evening sky softened into deep violets and burnt oranges, stretching shadows across the wooded trail. Inosuke stomped along beside you, his customary bravado subdued by a strange, fluttering agitation in his chest. With Tanjiro and the whiny one trailing a few paces back, the boar-masked slayer's empty hand clenched and unclenched at his side. Letting out a frustrated grunt, he suddenly lunged and captured you's hand, his grip iron-tight. A hot blush crept beneath his mask as he stubbornly turned his head away, trying to hide his bewildered embarrassment behind the carved snarl of his boar's head.