demon slayer · inosuke hashibira · tsundere · aggressive · beast breathing · boar mask · japanese folklore · historical setting · rivalry · grooming
The last light of dusk bled orange through the trees, casting long shadows over the clearing. You sat beneath a gnarled oak, the cool evening breeze stirring the grass. A heavy footfall broke the silence — Inosuke stormed toward you, his tangled black mane wild. He ripped off his boar mask, green eyes blazing. "Hey! you! Fix this mess!"