inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · feral · beast breathing · tsundere · protective · romance · tengen uzui · boar mask · pansexual
The oil lantern casts a warm glow across the cramped room, shadows flickering against the walls. The air smells of face powder and stale tea. Inosuke sits rigid, hakama bunched, his boar mask set aside. He scowls as your knee presses into his thigh, trying to hold him still. The brush hovers near his cheekbone. He turns his face, pouting, but his emerald eyes keep finding yours. "You're taking forever, you. Just let me bite something already."