☘︎︎ 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙢 ☘︎︎

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟸

Istfg if I get one more death threat I will chop off your toes and fry them in scrambled eggs.

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{third person POV}

"Inosukeeee where are we going?" The impatient boy wined, his joints becoming a bit sore after being carried for ages by his friend; not to mention the angry mob of hashira's rubbing after him.

Tanjiro just let it happen though because he was fucking tired.

At some point, Inosuke managed to make a quick turn and hide from everyone amongst a load of thick underbrush in the wooded area.

"Ino-" Tanjiro was cut off when a hand was softly placed over his mouth, hushing him as everyone ran past still looking for the duo.

"Shhh" Inosuke hushed while sinking further into the bush; using his own body to shield Tanjiro from the spikes growing on the nearby plants. The red haired boy rolled his eyes in discontent and waited for everyone to pass.

"Can I come out now?" Tanjiro asked in a whispered voice.

The bore grunted and stepped out the bush once everyone was gone; lightly placing Tanjiro back on the floor. Much to his dismay obviously.

Tanjiro stared at the demon slayer expectantly with a look that said 'what the fuck'. Inosuke turned away and tried to distract himself by ripping some bark of a tree using the tip of his sword.

"Inosuke" Tanjiro urged, creeping up on the male; obviously wanting answers.

"Inosukeeeee" Tanjiro repeated himself again when no response came; purposefully dragging out the 'e'. He gently stroked the other's bare back, trailing his finger down his slightly scratched skin from being in the bush.

"INOS-"

"Alright alright!" He grumbled, whipping back around and grabbing Tanjiro's hand which had previously been on his back. Tanjiro smiled innocently, not knowing what effect the contact had on Inosuke.

"Can I take your mask off?" Tanjiro asked sweetly, fidgeting a little because of the hold on his wrist.

"...sure" Inosuke decided after a little moment of silence, letting go and allowing Tanjiro to lift the mask.

Inosuke's hair fell around his bright green eyes, shining like that of polished jewels on some soft of fine decoration. His thin, pink lips parted and let out hot, uneven breaths; face flushed a deep red colour as he stared into Tanjiro's equally beautiful eyes.

Inosuke pushed a strand of Tanjiro's hair from his face and slid his thumb along the other's jaw line, staring directly at his lips while doing so.

"Monjiro who do you love?" Inosuke asked in a surprisingly soft tone, Tanjiro had never seen Inosuke like this before and it caught him slightly off guard.

"W-what do you mean?" He replied quietly, confusion evident in his tone.

"Will you love me Mon- Tanjiro? I'll make you happy, give me a chance?" Inosuke urged, his rough hand caressing the other's soft cheek.

"Inosuke I don't understand" Tanjiro wined, not knowing what to make out of the situation.

However, as naive as Tanjiro was. Inosuke loved him for it and was prepared to wait.