𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊˚ʷⁱˡᵈ ᵒⁿᵉ‗ ❍ ⁱⁿᵒˢᵘᵏᵉ ˣ ᶠ.ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ [ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ ]

₊˚✧ 4

(Y/N) feels her face flush as she hides under the cover. How can someone who wears a boar head religiously....look like that? She didn't even change out of her clothes before going to sleep. After 10 long minutes of trying to sleep in the uncomfortable clothes, she surrenders and peels the cover away from her. 

She looks over at Inosuke, and she scoffs. He was already asleep, his gentle breaths giving that away. His dark hair fell in his face as he slept, and he looked so gentle. She sucks in a breath through her teeth, and she tiptoes over to the dressing area quietly. Luckily Mitsuri had convinced her to pack a spare gown to sleep in case something like this happened, and she had never been more thankful for Mitsuri's motherly nature. The gown was only a plain, f/c colour- but it was incredibly soft.

She wastes no time getting rid of her heavy clothes, and she always shivers in delight as she slips the gown on. This would be so much more comfortable to sleep in. After tying the front part (to stop it from undoing) she quickly folds up her clothes and tip toes back over to her futon. The room wasn't very big, but it had somewhat of a cosy vibe to it. 

It was now completely pitch black outside, and she was getting increasingly grateful that she found this small town. She'd dread to think what would have happened if she slept outside with only her small pouch of wisteria. Before she settles properly into bed she looks over at Inosuke and snickers. He had fallen asleep without his cover on, and she almost tuts at this.

"You're so dumb" She whispers to herself as she gently pulls the covers over his shoulders. They may have only just met, but that doesn't stop her from caring about his well being. He turns in his sleep as soon as she covers him, and this almost makes her giggle. She blows out the oil lamp that was lighting the room and snuggles down into her futon. Before she drifts off to sleep, she hears the boy mumble.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)" 

"(Y/N)...(Y/N)" She hears a young voice drawl, and she shoots up in her bed. She was no longer in the small room she paid for...she was back....home? Her e/c orbs scan the room, and she spots a figure moving next to her. She looks over to the figure and sees Yui, smiling as much as ever and making grabby hands towards her older sister. Her h/c hair was tied in pigtails as normal and she was wearing the same robes she was on that day.

"Yui?" (Y/N) asks, her tone sounding extremely confused. Her little sister toddles over to her and sits on her lap and she makes herself comfortable. (Y/N) finds herself hugging the girl straight back- her motherly streak showing. She hears footsteps entering her room, and she spots Ren. She was looking as shy as ever, and she was looking at (Y/N) behind her silk waterfall of brown hair. Yui and (Y/N) were the only ones that shared a hair colour, but Ren looks like them in other ways. 

She wanders over and sits next to her older sister with a concerned look on her face. 

"Where were you, big sis?" Ren asks in a small voice, tears stinging her doll like eyes. (Y/N) cocks her head in confusion as she looks down at the small girl. 

"What do you mean?" She asks, causing Ren to stand and ball her fists. The room turns dark, and a chill bursts through the sliding front door.

"Where were you! We died, and you left us!" She screams, causing the girl to jump. She looks down at Yui in her lap, and almost gags. She wasn't the Yui she knew...it was the Yui she saw as she entered the massacre for the first time. They both stand and beginning pointing towards (Y/N)- Blood splattering on the wall. 

"YOU LEFT US!" They both scream, and (Y/N) jolts awake.

"Gah!" She screams as she jolts upright in bed, feeling a weight on her shoulders. Her eyes are still blurry from the tears she wept in her sleep, but she could make out who the figure was. Inosuke was crouched beside her shaking her shoulders, a strange look on his face. (Y/N) feels tears string down her face as she looks at him, and she lets out a breath.

"What is up with you?!" Inosuke exclaims, removing his hands from her shoulders and he sits beside her cross legged. She shakes her head and pulls her knees up to her chest.

"It was just...just a bad dream" She whispers as she shakes slightly, and Inosuke coughs.

"You were screaming, dumbass. I thought a demon got in the room or somethin" He explains, and she chuckles slightly. She rests her h/c head back down onto the thin pillow and she squeezes her eyes shut.

"Sorry" She murmurs, and he makes a strange grunt in response. She hears him shift slightly, and within a split second she feels the cover grazing her cheek. She peels one of her eyes open and she feels the breath hitch in her throat. Inosuke had pulled the cover over her before returning back to his futon, and flopping down on it with a groan.

"Thank you" She smiles softly, and he just shrugs his shoulders in response. 

'There's no way this is the same boar man I met on that street' She thinks to herself as she drifts back into a gentle slumber. 

¬ In the morning ¬

A bang pulls (Y/N) out of her sleep, and she groans internally. She opens her eyes (begrudgingly) and she scans the room. She spots Inosuke sat upright on his futon, and he was clutching his stomach.

"Hey, are you alright?" She asks as she sits herself up, concern laced in her voice. He still had his boar mask off and she could see the pain on her face. Then it hits her. He must be starving.

"Let me get ready, then we'll go get breakfast" She smiles, and he immediately perks up. Luckily, she had folded her clothes already so they were a lot easier to slip on. It wasn't exactly late, the sun was only just rising- but that would be enough sleep hopefully. She hums as she picks up the pile and she makes her way back over to the changing corner. Thankfully it had one of the dividers, so she wouldn't have to worry about Inosuke peaking- not that he appeared to have any interest in that sort of thing. 

"Go have a quick wash in the basin, Inosuke. I can only imagine how grimy you must be due to that mask" She snickers and she hears him groan. 

"What is a basin, dumbass?" He asks in a deep voice, and she rolls her eyes as she pulls her robe off.

"Firstly I've told you my name isn't dumbass, It's (Y/N). Secondly, it's the bowl in the bathroom" She hisses, and she hears his footsteps go into the small bathroom. As soon as she pulled on the rest of her clothes (it was only a f/c kimono paired with a thick jacket and Geta's) she hears splashing- followed by cursing- coming from the bathroom. She shakes her head and bursts into the bathroom, ready to scold the boar boy.

He was stood with the bowl in his hands, his onyx hair soaking wet. He had a pink tint on his face, and his green eyes were wide. She sends him a glare as she snatches the bowl away from his hands and slams it down onto the bamboo counter.

"And you call me dumbass?! You're not supposed to dump it you idiot!" She hisses and he pouts, just like a child that had been found drawing on the walls. She tuts as she grabs one of the towels and she stands directly in front of him.

"You do realize we have to clean this up, right? So now you're going to have to go even longer without breakfast" She scolds as she begins rubbing the towel over his hair. She had to stand on her tiptoes ever so slightly to properly reach him. His emerald eyes burrowed into hers as she dried his hair, and she quickly averted them. He seemed to be enjoying this, as he let his eyes flutter shut in a matter of seconds. From this close up she could see every single detail of his face. How thick his eyelashes were, every little scratch on his face, the faint freckles over his nose.

"Annnd done" She grins as she finishes up drying the boys hair and she goes to pull away, until she feels fingers wrap around her small wrist. She tilts her head slightly and looks back at the boy. His eyes were semi open and he had fully lent into her touch. 

"Keep doing it for a second longer, dumbass" He whispers, and she could tell he's embarrassed. She gulps, and she feels the heat rising to her cheeks as she continues to gently dry his (already dry) hair.