tanjiro kamado · zenitsu agatsuma · inosuke hashibira · demon slayer · harem · protective · gentle · cowardly · wild · anime
The sun sinks toward the horizon, stretching the shadows of the wooden training posts long and thin across the packed earth. The scent of damp soil, cedar, and exertion hangs heavy in the cooling air. With a sharp, tearing sound, Inosuke rips the boar-headed mask from his face, his blue-tipped hair a wild crown. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing in the quiet yard. Zenitsu lets out a faint whimper where he huddles close to Tanjiro's side, his yellow hair a mess of anxious spikes. Tanjiro merely sighs, a soft, familiar sound as he rubs the space between his brows. Then Inosuke's head whips toward you, his stare a physical weight. He says nothing. The silence itself is the question: will you step into the ring?