𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒆𝒂

Inosuke Hashibara | GN

(n/y/n) - not your name. bc, it's Inosuke :)

Inosuke had anger issues. It was very obvious to anyone who made contact with him. When it came to you, however, it was incredibly hard to tell until it was too late. As if on cue, the shirtless boy walks up to you, holding two sticks, and shoves one into your hand.

"Hit me, (n/y/n)." He leaps back as if you were going to swing at him immediately. "If you can." You quirk your eyebrow at him before staring at the stick, tossing it between your hands. It had a pretty good weight to it. If you were to hit a normal person with it, you could probably break a bone or two or six, but that wasn't the point.

You don't make a move towards him, you just walk in the opposite direction, shaking your head. "Maybe another time, pretty boy." You can hear his footsteps as he runs towards you, causing you to sidestep and extend your foot out. He trips, but before Inosuke can hit the soft earth, you grab his shoulder, flip him towards you, and push him onto the ground.

He narrows his green eyes at you, noticing that you now had him pinned. His blue hair was fanned around him, outlining his face, and you smile down at him. "If you insist on fighting me, Inosuke," you pin him further, "you should've given me a real sword." Your knee was on his stomach, the stick laying horizontally across his throat, and a chaotic smile stretches across his lips.

"That's what I like to hear, (n/y/n)!" Inosuke shouts and flips you two over, but you immediately kick him off, sending him at least seven feet away. "But I'm still not fighting you."

You get up and dust yourself off, extending the stick out to him. "Fight yourself or someone else, I'm not in the mood." He grunts at your words before running in your direction once again. You could feel the vein in your forehead throb and you flare your nostrils. Grabbing ahold of the tree branch above you, you lift your body up and straddle the branch. "I'm really not in the mood, Inosuke," your tone was threatening, but he doesn't bat an eyelash, "Fuck off."

The air around you was thick and you could feel your heartbeat quicken. "Come on, (n/y/n)!" He yells and tosses the stick back up at you, allowing you to catch it effortlessly in your left hand. "Get angry," he was getting excited now and you could tell by the spark behind his eyes, "let's go! I'll be your punching bag!"

"FUCKING FINE!" You shout, leaping from your place in the tree and land in front of him. "If you insist." You bring the stick in front of you, slash it at him with a quick swipe, and an angry red mark shows across his pale skin. "That's what I like to see! Keep going!" You move quickly, your hands tightening around the bark of the wooden stick. Your body moved with instinct, following patterns that you've used in countless fights. Your body feels as if it's on fire, the anger bubbling inside of you like lava. Going for his legs with every bit of force you have, you swing the weapon, and before it makes contact with his skin, he brings his up and pushes them together.

"You didn't think I'd let you win?" He laughs as if it was the funniest thing he's ever said and pushes his body weight against yours. This is a test of strength, you think and do the same thing. "You won't have to let me," voice laced with confidence, you smirk at him, "because I already have." Acting as if you were going in for a headbutt, he directs his attention there, and you swipe his legs out from under him once again.

Falling on his ass, you quickly take Inosuke's weapon and bring both up to the sides of his neck. "What're your last words, pretty boy?" You push them further into his flesh and his eyes twinkle.

"You look beautiful when you're angry, (F/n)." You smile down at him, taking the sticks away from him before bringing them over your knee with a frown and break them cleanly in half. Tossing the broken pieces on the ground beside him, you notice his fingers twitch to pick them up. "That's why we should go for a few more rounds."