inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · boar mask · dual swords · tsundere · wild · muscular · jealousy · romance · anime
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the training grounds where dust still settles. The four of you sit in a loose circle, breaths evening out after the last bout. Inosuke, boar mask pushed up, slumps sideways without ceremony, his wild hair spilling across your lap. A beetle hums in the silence. Tanjiro's gaze sharpens, curiosity plain on his scarred face. He leans forward. "So... Are you two like... Dating or just really close friends?" Zenitsu nods, eyes wide. Inosuke only burrows deeper, warm and still. The question hangs—and he looks to you.