Finding You

chapter 14

Inosuke yawned quietly. It was surprising really, as he was a loud person as of his whole life, but he really didn't want to disturb his lover that was sleeping so soundly besides him and the manners and love he learnt to give to her obviously shouldn't go to waste. The wild boar stroke the girl's hair gently, smiling so wide and so proud that he knew it would kind of ache later on but couldn't bring himself to care.

His hair was short and fluffy and blue with his dark roots meshed together to complete that bed hair of his. Inosuke kind of cut his hair of, nevermind the kind of, he shamelessly shaved all if it off. He hated how it hangs around his neck annoyingly, reducing the effectiveness in his training and just like what he did to things that is in his way, he destroyed it. 'Destroyed' was a bit exaggerated for shaving his hair off, but Inosuke shaving his hair and withstand the laughter? It was incredible.

It took a few months of Zenitsu's bursting laughter that the wild boar's hair had grew back with a marvelous wave in it that Zenitsu gaped like his soul was being sucked out. The blonde boy was so surprised that his mouth went slack, shock at how good Inosuke looks with the short hair. Inosuke kept on monitoring his hair after and kept it short but careless enough to let it be as fluffy as it is. He wanted his hair short, and he wouldn't want it either way. Anything for training, he thought.

He didn't think it would be so soon that most things were going to be for training and absolutely everything was going to be for her.

While he was busy thinking about his hair and how he was lucky to have such a perfect life as the carefree person he was, his lover shifted on the soft and warm futon. Inosuke was awakened from his daze and he laughed happily in a whisper voice, wanting to demand to the world how precious the girl next to him was.

"Good morning," she quietly whispered.

"Good morning." Inosuke replied with a loving smile on his face. He was known for hardship and strength and had hated all the love and affection and had a way to treat a woman that would traumatize even men, which was obviously laughable; but after a certain someone helped him through the horrible time of his life, Inosuke had thought he didn't need to be so hard all the time anymore. The walls around him came crumbling down as she smiles like the sun and Inosuke was like a lizard, needing her to warm him up and would go cold without her. He could just be himself and be happy with her.

The smaller girl sneezed, then whimpered and curled up in a ball all of a sudden, hiding beneath the blanket with her long, silky black hair covering her face and trailed out on to the clean wooden floor. Inosuke's face had changed instantly and reached out to touch his lover gently.

"Hey, are you alright?" Inosuke shook her gently, scared to hurt his precious human being. She, though, suddenly burst out of the warm blanket and dashed outside the room, holding her mouth with her pyjamas still on. Inosuke's face scrunched in confusion and immediately followed her.

"Inosu-"

The tall boy bumped into someone and he frowned, using his manners that he somehow magically learnt over time and said a quick sorry without even hesitating to move on. He didn't even realise his name was called before they crashed. The blue haired demon slayer stopped dead in his track however, when his wrist was grabbed by an equally tall Tanjiro.

Over the course of four years, the three boys boosted their heights so fast that it terrified everyone.

"Inosuke, did you know that Shinobu-san is back?" The happy boy was smiling widely, not knowing that his own lover was being held back in their own room. Wanting to inform close people about the news, he had took the chance to tell the blue haired boar but Inosuke just grumbled a serious, 'i need to go', and yanked his wrist out of the grip before sprinting after his lover down the hallway of the Estate. He didn't want any trouble with the beautiful girl, and if this was the aftermath of something hurting her, then the person who did it will die.