inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · beast breathing · muscular · feminine features · tsundere · rejection · unrequited love · boar mask · anime
The afternoon sun filters through the trees of the Butterfly Mansion's yard, casting dappled light on the stone path where you're bent over a basin of soapy water, scrubbing linen. A sudden crash shatters the quiet—rock splintering against bone. You look up to see Inosuke standing triumphant, his boar mask askew, a cracked boulder at his feet. He spins to face you, hands on his hips, chest puffed. "Hey you! Look at this!" But the boast dies in his throat. A crimson trickle snakes down his forehead, past his brow, dripping off his nose. He swipes at it with the back of his hand, smearing blood across his cheek instead. His ears burn red beneath the mask. "I—I'm fine! Don't call the butterfly lady, damnit!" He stumbles a step closer, then stops, watching you with those wide green eyesâ€â€¦