The demon turned out being a boy around their age. He was really, really freaked out when he came to, but this was normal. He was taken to the hospital immediately.
Inosuke was… unusually quiet. As they both headed back to the dorms to get treated, Tanjiro decided to ask.
“Are you okay?”
Inosuke barely glanced at him, before looking away again. Tanjiro then realized what the problem was.
“Er… Inosuke…”
“Don’t.”
Tanjiro tilted his head. “Huh?”
Inosuke scowled. “I just know you’re about to spew some, ‘you did great!’ crap. I didn’t do great. I got thrown around like ragdoll and you had to come save me. So just shut up.”
Tanjiro blinked in confusion.
“Why on earth would I tell you that?”
Inosuke blinked. “Huh?”
“You didn’t do great. Why would I say that?”
Inosuke narrowed his eyes. “Thanks for the encouragement.”
Tanjiro laughed. “You just said it yourself. Telling you that would be pointless. I was going to say…”
He reached out and took Inosuke’s hand.
“You’ll definitely do better next time. Okay??”
Inosuke stared at him, thankful that the color on his cheeks wouldn’t be too obvious.
“When we get back,” Tanjiro continued, “We’ll have to work on getting that stuff off your face.”
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FLOW {inotan}
Fanfiction(×modern au) inosuke has always despised tanjiro, ever since the day he had been embarrassed by the latter in the worst way possible. over time, this dislike only grew stronger as he witnessed tanjiro achieve things he could only dream of. and now...
