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"Hey Inosuke?"
"Yeah?" Inosuke answers through a mouthful of carrots, "Is it about me stealing more of your lunch?"
"No, but you can have another carrot," I say, holding out my bento.
Nezuko packed cooked ranch seasoned carrots today and Inosuke can't get enough of them.
I want to ask him if I can bring him some more tomorrow, but I'm still a bit worried that won't go over well, so I don't say anything.
I've gotten more and more comfortable talking to Inosuke over time, to the point where I'm not scared that I'll do something wrong and he'll blow up at me, but still, he got offended by the lunch thing before, so I'm careful.
Lately, I feel like something's different. Talking to someone has never felt like this before.
Conversing with Inosuke, talking to him and listening to his stories, just feels like second nature now.
I don't get that nervous feeling in my chest, the one that would just thrum there, making talking feel like effort.
It's something I've never experienced with anyone other than my family members for a really long time.
I guess as I've grown up my social anxiety has gotten worse. It doesn't mean I'm not friendly, it just comes with that feeling. But with Inosuke, it's not like that.
I feel like I can talk to him about all sorts of things. We could talk all day and I'd never get tired of it.
I never get tired of seeing the way his eyes light up when he talks, or the way they twinkle with mischief. The way his laugh sounds when he really means it, or when he grins in a way completely unique to his personality.
He's so uniquely Inosuke.
I love all those little things about him.
Wait, love?!
Could I-
No.
Why does my mind go back to the question I was pondering the other day?
