Wrestling In The Sand | InoTan

Tanjirou's eyes catch sight of the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

Standing on the other side of the parking lot is a boy about his age with shoulder-length black hair, and the tips fade to a vibrant blue. His pale skin is stretched over incredibly defined muscles in his arms and abdomen (How the hell did this kid have a six-pack!?).

Tanjirou feels his mouth pooling with saliva, and he swallows thickly. He can't help wondering what color his eyes are until pale emeralds lock with his rubies.

Why are they getting closer? Oh shit, the guy's running! Why is he coming over here?!

AKA a summer romance au between these two imbeciles because I haven't been able to get it out of my head for days.