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Fights to Friends

Wanring: a bit of ooc Inosuke

Inosuke huffed in exhaustion and wiped the sweat from his forehead. They had fought how many times? He's forgotten at this point. The time reached its afternoon golden hour by now. His boar mask lay nearby practically forgotten and bruises formed in places previously hit. Inosuke looked at his opponent, who moved around as if nothing happened. She didn't even seem fazed! She stood there a few meters away simply fixing the gloves on her hands, that surprisingly haven't gotten a single speck of dirt on them. 

Inosuke glared at the girl. He's the Great Inosuke Hashibira! King of the Mountains! And yet...he couldn't seem to defeat the girl in front of him. Had he finally found someone stronger? Inosuke huffed a sigh. The toon girl walked up to the tired boar child with a wide cartoonish grin. "So," she said drawing out the 'o'. Inosuke looked up at the girl as the adrenaline crash started to kick in. "Can we be friends now," she asked with a tilt of her head. She stuck out her gloved hand, "grab my hand if you agree to be friends." 

Inosuke looked at the girl's hand and then at her face and back at her hand. He huffed and looked away as he grabbed her hand. The girl's large [e/c] eyes widened and shined in happiness at his acceptance. She let out a loud cheer and pulled the black and blue-haired boy into a tight hug, arms wrapping around him twice. Inosuke's face puffed up as a result of the toonix phenomenon in effect. Inosuke looked at the girl with a small but soft scowl.

For the first time in forever...

Inosuke Hashibira had admitted defeat.

But he would win next time.

Next time...

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[Name] and Inosuke walked up the mountain to the cave Inosuke resided in. The toon chatted with the pretty male and was actually able to hold pretty nice conversations. But the whole time, Inosuke made it very clear that he could be defeating the girl next time. Something the girl absentmindedly agreed, unknowingly agreeing to fight him again. 

The toon hummed a song she had once heard from the Ink and Paint club as she snapped her figures along and occasionally did a small twirl. Inosuke looked at the girl in confusion at what she was doing. It reminded him of the birds he would see perched in the trees.

[Name] finished her little song and momentarily stopped when she came in contact with something on her hip. It was a bag. A medium-sized bag that was attached by straps at her waist and at her mid-thigh. She almost forgot she had that. Inosuke stopped and watched as the odd female dug through the thing attached to her waist. She let out a small ha when she seemingly found what she was looking for. With one hand closed, she walked up to the boar child and held out her hand. The male looked at her confused. Did she want something? "Your hand," she said, "give me your hand." Hesitantly, he obliged. The toon wrapped a bracelet around his wrist with a smile. 

"This will be a sign of our friendship," she exclaimed gently grasping both of his hands in her own. "I don't have the right materials so this will have to do for now," she said with a small apologetic smile. Inosuke's green eyes looked down at the strings around his wrist from behind his mask. 

Friends huh?

That sounds...nice.

Yeah.

Nice.