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catladywriter · 2 months

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Inotan Fanfic: Inosuke’s White Day Mission - Chapter 2

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Synopsis: It’s the day before White Day and Tanjirou is busy making chocolates for all the girls who gave him chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Inosuke thinks it’s a stupid tradition. Why should Tanjirou have to return their favours? Shouldn’t Tanjirou be making chocolates for him instead? Of course, he’s not jealous or anything. Definitely not.

Alright, maybe he is a little jealous. After all, he has feelings for Tanjirou and wants to be the one receiving his hand-made chocolates. With a little prodding from Zenitsu and some help from Tanjirou’s family, Inosuke sets out to get the perfect gift to prove that he’s the best candidate for Tanjirou’s White Day chocolates.

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Highschool AU (They’re 17 in here, a couple of years older than their Kimetsu Academy counterpart)

Wordcount: 8500+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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Kie, Tanjirou's mother, was busy attending to a delivery order. Despite that, she flashed Inosuke a warm smile to acknowledge his presence. Nezuko, managing the cashier, greeted him with a friendly wave while munching on a piece of bread. Seated next to her were her younger siblings, Takeo and Hanako, engrossed in their homework.

Inosuke always craved the Kamado bakery's signature chocolate cookies, which he made a beeline for on every visit to the bakery. But today, his eyes spotted the enticing chocolate and sweet sets packaged for White Day, tempting him to take a closer look.

Inosuke's eyes roamed the shelves until they settled on a whimsical round basket. It was decorated with bright yellow sunflowers that stood out amidst the usual red roses and heart-shaped boxes. On closer inspection, it was evident that the sunflowers were made by hand from paper. Each petal and seed head was intricately crafted to resemble freshly picked blooms from a field. The sunflowers were arranged in a circular pattern. Their long green stems coiled and weaved together, forming a natural-looking wreath around the basket's edges. A ribbon wrapped around the basket's midsection, culminating in a large bow adorned with a dainty sunflower charm. As he peered inside, he discovered a treasure trove of chocolates, wrapped in sunflower-patterned paper. The effect was charming and delightful, intending for the recipient to receive a bucket of sunflowers, only to be surprised by the sweet treats hidden within.

To most people, the sunflower basket might have seemed gaudy or childish, but to Inosuke, it was perfect. Roses were sappy, old-fashioned, and had thorns. But sunflowers reminded him of Tanjirou's sunny and bright personality, always there to uplift his mood on gloomy days.

The price tag gave him pause, but with his employee discount, he could make it work. He might have to skip his favorite tempura lunch set for a few days, but it would be worth it to see the look on Tanjirou's face when he received the gift.

Inosuke walked over to the cashier and placed the sunflower basket on the counter in front of Nezuko. She gave him a puzzled look, seemingly surprised that he was considering purchasing it. But Hanako, who had been working on her homework, looked up and squealed in delight, "I decorated it!"

Nezuko patted her little sister's head. "Great job, Hanako! She worked on it all night, and was worried that no one would buy it because it's not the typical rose and heart theme."

Inosuke dug out his wallet. "It's nice. I prefer sunflowers to roses."

"Who's it for?" Hanako's round eyes brimmed with curiosity.

Inosuke's defensiveness kicked in. "None of your business," he said.

But just then, Kie walked up to them after seeing the delivery person out, and asked the same question. Inosuke felt exasperated. He couldn't exactly tell Tanjirou's mother that it was none of her business, could he? But they didn't ask other customers, so why were they being so nosy with him?

"'None of your business,' he said," Takeo smirked.

Kie gave a pleasant laugh. "He's just shy." She smiled at Inosuke with kind eyes. "It must be for a girl you like then."

"I'm not shy! And it's not for a girl! It's for Kentarou! Uh, I mean Tanjirou." Inosuke hastily corrected himself when Kie tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Kie's eyes widened slightly with surprise at the mention of her son's name. "That's really kind of you, but all the gift sets from our White Day shelf are more elaborate and expensive. They're better suited as romantic gifts. If you're looking for something to express gratitude or friendship, you might want to choose something simpler."

Inosuke looked at her with confusion. Why was this so complicated? He just wanted to give the best chocolate he could buy.

"Maybe you can tell me what you're trying to convey, and I'll help you choose something suitable," Kie suggested.

Inosuke felt a lump form in his throat. He had only wanted to buy some chocolates, not have a conversation about his feelings. Besides, his gut feeling told him that this was the perfect present, and he didn't want anything else. Four pairs of eyes stared up at him, making him feel even more uncomfortable. Inosuke wished that Hanako and Takeo would go back to their homework.

Nezuko came to his rescue. "Inosuke and nii-chan do everything together, and nii-chan always shares his lunch with him and treats him to stuff. That must be why Inosuke wants to get him something in return!"

"I see." Kie smiled. "Tanjirou talks about you a lot, Inosuke. He enjoys spending time with you and doing things for you. So, the feeling is mutual. You don’t have to feel like you owe him anything or get him something special."

"Really?" Inosuke's heart swelled with happiness at the thought of Tanjirou having mutual feelings for him.

Kie nodded. "That’s right! So, I'll exchange this sunflower basket for a simpler packet of chocolate cookies. I'm sure Tanjirou will be happy with anything you get for him."

As Kie made to take the basket back, Hanako and Inosuke yelled "No!" in unison.

“Mum! It’s my first sale!” Hanako protested.

“It’s okay, Hanako-chan. Someone else will buy it. Don't make Inosuke spend more than he should."

Inosuke appreciated Kie's kind gesture. He knew Tanjirou liked doing things for people and giving people things, but he never expected others to go out of their way for him. It must be a trait he learned from his mother, who seemed to feel bad that Inosuke wanted to get such an extravagant present for her son.

“I’m getting it!” Inosuke insisted.

“But…” Kie began.

"Tanjirou's making a ton of chocolate in the home ec room now! I need to find something good enough to trade for it all!"

Nezuko and Kie exchanged perplexed looks.

Inosuke took a deep breath and tried to explain. "White Day's about giving back to those who gave to you, right? I want to trade this chocolate for all of Tanjirou's so he won't give any to anyone else but me." He punctuated his explanation with exaggerated hand gestures, hoping they would get his point across if his words could not.

Kie furrowed her brows, although her face remained kind and patient. “Is there a reason he shouldn’t give chocolates to other people? He got a lot of chocolates on Valentine’s Day so it’s only right that he reciprocates. Takeo’s bringing chocolate cookies to his school tomorrow too.”

Inosuke's mind raced as he tried to come up with a response that would make his argument convincing, but he couldn't refute what Kie said. He reluctantly conceded defeat with a huff.

"Whatever, he can give chocolates to anyone. But I need to give him something bigger and better than the other girls' gifts. I need to show him I'm the best. Got it?"

The Kamados looked at Inosuke in anticipation, waiting for him to elaborate. Inosuke groaned internally. Why were they all so clueless? Tanjirou was oblivious to his feelings, and Nezuko was oblivious to Zenitsu’s aggressive pursuit. It probably ran in the family.

Suddenly, Hanako clapped her hands together and squealed. “You like nii-chan!”

Takeo’s mouth formed a comical ‘O’, and Nezuko put her hands to her mouth. “I knew it! I always thought there was something going on between you two,” she exclaimed.

Inosuke's face flushed red with embarrassment. His attempts to choose a gift for Tanjirou had turned into a bigger ordeal than he had anticipated. He had only wanted to emphasize the importance of getting a worthy present. Why did Hanako have to expose him like that?

"N-No, you've got it all wrong!" he stammered.

But Kie's smile broadened as enlightenment dawned on her face. "So you're getting this because you want to confess your feelings for him!"

“Of-of course not! As I said, you’ve got it all wrong! Why would I do a dumb thing like that!” Inosuke sputtered, feeling his face and ears go hot. He didn't want to confess his feelings, he just wanted to prove himself to Tanjirou.

"Liking Tanjirou isn't anything to be embarrassed about," Kie said, stifling a chuckle as she patted his shoulder.

"Our nii-chan is popular, you know," Takeo chimed in, sounding offended.

Inosuke's hands waved frantically as he stumbled over his words. "N-no, that's not what I meant!" he stuttered, flustered at how his response came across as disparaging Tanjirou. "Actually, I- I think Tanjirou's amazing. He's smart, always knows what to do, and he's nice to everyone. Whenever I'm with him, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I just wish he would treat me more special..." His voice trailed off as he struggled to express his feelings.

A smile of comprehension played on Kie's lips. "Then you'll have to let him know. Tanjirou isn't the brightest when it comes to feelings, but as his mother, I can tell that you're special to him."

Inosuke felt a sense of pride swelling within him. Of course, he's special to Tanjirou. He's the strongest, the bravest, the smartest and the most talented. A warm feeling spread from his chest through his body, and he felt increasingly confident. There was no doubt in his mind that Tanjirou would reciprocate his feelings, no matter how oblivious he might be to them at the moment. All he had to do was help Tanjirou discover those feelings. A grin spread across his face, replacing his anxious expression.

Kie beamed. "Let's not hold Inosuke up! Give him the family discount, Nezuko!"

Nezuko grinned and tapped away at the cash machine, her fingers moving deftly over the buttons. A customer needed assistance and Kie excused herself to help.

Takeo and Hanako had their backs turned to him while they bagged his purchase. As Inosuke waited, he noticed they were whispering busily to each other while scribbling something. He was too exhausted to care about what they were up to. Confessing his feelings about Tanjirou had been nerve-wracking and draining. He was relieved to be left alone.

"Good luck!" the three siblings chorused as they handed him his purchase in a paper bag.

"You got this!" Nezuko pumped her fists and gave him a nod of encouragement.

Inosuke muttered his thanks and turned to leave, only to find a small queue of people behind him. He groaned inwardly, wondering how long they had been listening to his halting love confession. A girl in the same high school uniform who had been behind him gave him a sheepish grin. He couldn't wait to get out of there.

At least the family discount turned out to be quite significant, he thought as he gave his purchase a squeeze. He wouldn't have to sacrifice too many tempura lunch sets.

He checked his phone and saw that he had several missed calls and messages from Tanjirou. He had completely forgotten that he had stormed off earlier from the home economics room. Inosuke felt ashamed at the memory as he opened the messages. Tanjirou had sent a few apologies, although it was clear that he didn't seem to know what he was apologizing for. After all, he had done nothing to warrant an apology in the first place. The revelation made Inosuke feel even more guilty.

The latest message, sent 15 minutes ago, was a photo of several pieces of chocolate shaped like wild boars. Accompanying it was the caption, "I made these for you, they’ll melt if you don't come back!" Inosuke couldn't help but grin from ear to ear at Tanjirou's adorable creations. His fingers flew across his phone screen. "Coming through!" he texted, before breaking into a sprint to make up for lost time. He cradled his purchase in his arms as he ran, the paper bag a comforting presence against his chest.

Chapter 3

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Author's Notes: I'm so happy to have the Kamado family in my fic, alive and well, and having cute and happy interactions with Inosuke. Poor Inosuke, gift-shopping is stressful enough without having half of his crush's family prying! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Now what are Hanako and Takeo up to? Will their sneaky antics hinder or help his confession? Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 6 months

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baby, we're just reckless kids - Part 1 (Inotan)

A/N: Hello!! So sorry that this is so late, I didn't mean for it to be!! I've been pretty busy these past couple of days, plus, in my free time, I was very much distracted binge-reading this tarzan-inspired Inotan fic on ao3 that's soooooo good, I'm almost done with it. It's called Wildflowers, I highly recommend it. If you can't find it and would like the link, just lemme know!! Anyways, here's the story for day 4!! I'm hoping to get at least day 5 also posted today since today is day 6 and then I'll only be a day behind, not two, lmao. Day 5 is actually gonna be a continuation/part 2 to this, though it is gonna mostly be smut, so watch out for that if you'd like to read it!!

Pairing(s): Inosuke x Tanjiro, Zenitsu x Nezuko (mentioned)

Prompt: Day 4: Domestic

Summary: Tanjiro and Inosuke enjoy a sweet, soft morning together in their brand new home before taking themselves to the pet store and picking up some new family members.

Tag(s): Aged up characters, fluff, a slight bit of spice at the beginning, but it's not really much at all, just a lil makeout session that doesn't last very long

Word Count: 1,990

Song Inspiration: Lights Down Low By MAX

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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It’s officially been about a week since Tanjiro and Inosuke moved in together, three months since they started dating and about four months since they first met. Today, the two of them are hoping to adopt a pet together, something the two of them had been talking about for a few weeks now, ever since they’d officially found a house.

Zenitsu claims they’re moving too fast, no matter how many times Tanjiro explains to him that different couples go at different paces depending on their own boundaries and how they work as people in general, both together and separately. While Nezuko and Zenitsu have been dating for five years now and only reached the “I love you” stage around a year ago, here Tanjiro and Inosuke are, sharing the same space and home and already expressing their feelings of love on a daily basis and not even half a year has passed yet.

And Tanjiro is aware that it’s quite soon compared to how people usually do things, but he also knows that it feels exactly right for the two of them. I mean, it just suits how the two of them are as people. Inosuke is someone who charges in without hesitation, goes after what he wants right away, and doesn’t let anyone else dictate his actions. On the other hand, Tanjiro is the most patient person in the world when need be, but knows how to be extremely selfish with what he wants when he knows it’s okay to do so and he spends most of his time just going with the flow, taking whatever the universe throws at him and then whatever Inosuke throws at him as well.

The two of them compliment each other perfectly, Tanjiro believes. They can read each other so well and when they’re in the same space, more often than not, they end up perfectly in sync. He’s never met another person that suits him so well. That can know what he wants before he asks, know what he needs before he even knows himself, can pick up on each of his emotions and knows exactly how he expresses them, knows how to respond to them without him having to explain a single thing to the other man. It’s incredibly freeing. That’s how Inosuke makes him feel. Free.

And now he’s waking up beside the man, bright red eyes opening and immediately finding bright green ones already staring at him. “Morning.” Inosuke says quietly, his voice gruffer than usual due to sleep.

Tanjiro leans forward to press his forward against the other man’s. “Morning.” He says just as quietly, closing his eyes and smiling as he basks in the warmth surrounding him from the sunlight peeking through the crack in the curtains, the large comforter covering his body, and his boyfriend’s strong arms holding him close.

“Someone slept well last night.” Inosuke says teasingly, leaning forward to close the small inch of space left between their faces and nuzzling his nose against the redhead’s cheek.

“It’s impossible not to with you here.” Tanjiro says softly, returning the action.

Inosuke makes a small, happy noise and brings one of his hands up from the other man’s waist to place it on his cheek instead and then he’s moving his lips to the side in order to brush them against Tanjiro’s. The red-haired man sighs happily, melting further into the mattress beneath him as he presses himself closer to Inosuke and returns the almost kiss.

They do that a few more times, brushing lips and tangling their bodies together even more than before, trying to be as close as possible. Tanjiro has one hand on the side of Inosuke’s face, fingertips touching his black-blue hair, while his other hand is placed on the man’s muscular shoulder. Inosuke’s hand on his cheek had moved down in order to rest against the side of his neck instead, his thumb brushing back and forth against Tanjiro’s jaw, and his other hand is holding his side, the arm attached to it wrapped around his waist tightly.

Finally, their lips connect fully, no more simple brushes. But even then, every single action is soft, sweet, and slow, like they have all the time in the world to just lay here in each other’s arms and show their affections. Their lips move in sync, just like they always do, and when Inosuke tentatively runs his tongue along the seam of Tanjiro’s lips, he’s more than happy to welcome the dark-haired man in.

His boyfriend lets out a sigh that turns into a soft, subtle moan and Tanjiro can’t help but return the noise as their tongues roll together lazily. He starts a slow, languid exploration of the other’s mouth and receives the same in return, the two of them just enjoying the taste of the other and the feel of their bodies pressed together. Eventually, hands started moving, tender, affectionate touches being exchanged, and when both of their bodies started to fill with heat and hands started to wander past what’s acceptable for simple affection, they pulled away, eyes opening and observing each other.

Inosuke’s face is flushed deep pink, as he’s sure his own is, and his pupils are dilated, what’s still visible of the green seeming deeper somehow. The man’s lips are dark, swollen, and very obviously chewed on, a bit of saliva on them. Tanjiro is certain he doesn’t look much different. Usually in a moment like this, the pause between them would be a “we aren’t ready to go farther than this” kind of pause, but he felt that it was different this time. This time, it felt more like a “we’ll continue this at a later time” kind of pause, which is confirmed by the look in Inosuke’s eyes, a desire and need that Tanjiro feels low in his gut. Yes. Not right now, but later. They silently communicated such a promise before untangling from each other in order to gain some breathing room.

“We should make some breakfast.” Inosuke speaks up, stretching his entire body before sitting up. Tanjiro follows his lead, agreeing with his suggestion

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When discussing what animal they wanted to get as a pet, they decided on cats. Cats, as long as there’s more than one of them, are usually pretty low maintenance, meaning that when both of them are at work for the day, there’s not much to worry about as long as the animals have all of their necessities available to them. Plus, they both just really enjoy cats. Inosuke is always talking about how fascinating they are and Tanjiro can’t help but agree.

Walking into the pet store, Tanjiro can’t help but smile, taking Inosuke’s hand in his and entwining their fingers together. They’d already called ahead and informed one of the store employees that they were on their way and what they were wanting to do, which is meet their kittens, so all they had to do was go up to the counter and let them know that they’re the ones who had just called.

One of the people behind the counter smiles kindly and leads them to a back room where about a dozen different kittens are playing together. “You can sit and play with them for a little bit, see which one you like the most.” He tells them.

“Thank you.” Tanjiro nods to him as the man stays by the door before walking over to sit near Inosuke in the center of the room. Upon first glance, just by look alone, he immediately has his eye on a kitten with long, reddish-orange fur who’s currently attempting to climb the wall. He then chuckles to himself as he watches a brown, striped kitten walk up and paw at the other one, as if they’re trying to get the one climbing to get down.

“Babe.” Inosuke speaks up after a few minutes. “I’ve been claimed.” He says as the redhead turns to look at him. Tanjiro bursts into giggles. Sitting on Inosuke’s head is a gray kitten with crystal blue eyes, sitting straight with their little nose pointed upwards as if they’re proud of their current sitting spot. It’s easy to tell that Inosuke is being very careful not to disturb the kitten, keeping his head completely balanced.

“You’ve been claimed?” Tanjiro questions, an eyebrow raised and his voice filled with an amused tone.

“He came right up to me and headbutted my leg, so then I knocked him over onto his side. Then he ran around behind me and pounced on my back, climbed up to my shoulder, and headbutted the side of my head. So then I put him back on the ground and knocked him over again. Then he did the same exact thing except he just kept climbing until he was on my head, and now he’s just there.” Inosuke explains to him.

“So, you’ve been claimed.” Tanjiro states rather than asks.

“I’ve been claimed.” The dark-haired man repeats, closing his eyes and looking rather pleased with himself.

He grins at his boyfriend before pointing across the room at the kittens he’s been watching. “And what do you think of those two?” He asks.

Inosuke opens his eyes and follows the direction of his finger, spotting the two kittens right as the reddish-brown one tackles the striped, brown one, the two of them rolling around. Inosuke chuckles a little as he watches the wrestling match. “You thinkin’ both of ‘em?” He asks, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Tanjiro shrugs. “I mean, maybe. Unless that’s too many?” He asks hesitantly, looking back at him.

Inosuke’s face softens and he shakes his head just slightly, smiling. “Not at all. Let’s get all three.” He says. Tanjiro lights up immediately, eyes sparkling with excitement as Inosuke waves to the worker still at the door to the room.

He walks over and smiles, eyes flicking to the kitten still on Inosuke’s head for a moment before looking back at their faces. “Have you guys decided who you’ll be taking home today?” He asks.

“Yes!” Tanjiro confirms as Inosuke grins.

“Definitely taking this lil’ one.” Inosuke says, reaching up and pulling the kitten off his head in order to hold the animal instead, even while the kitten struggles and tries to get out of his arms, to which Inosuke just coos and nuzzles his face against the soft gray fur.

“And then those two, the striped and the reddish-orange.” Tanjiro says, pointing the two of them out.

“Wonderful!” The man says. “Those three usually get along great, so that’s something you won’t need to worry about.” He informs them, walking over to pick up the other two, separating their wrestling match. “This red-orange guy and the little gray you have over there are boys and this striped one is a girl. All three of them are about eight weeks old.”

Tanjiro stands as the man is talking to them, Inosuke following suit. “That’s great.”

Nodding, the man holds both of the other kittens out to Tanjiro. “Would you like to hold them while I go get a carrier for you to take these little ones home in?” He asks, to which Tanjiro nods eagerly and takes both of them from him, holding them close. The man then walks past them and out of the room.

Inosuke steps right in front of Tanjiro, holding the gray kitten right between the other two. The gray kitten calms down instantly once he notices the presence of the others and Inosuke and Tanjiro laugh softly as both of the kittens Tanjiro is holding start to groom the one Inosuke is holding, proving the employee’s words about the three getting along. Tanjiro then looks up to find Inosuke already staring at him, his bright, green eyes sparkling with joy. As soon as they lock eyes, Inosuke leans in to press a gentle, loving kiss against his lips and Tanjiro returns the affection happily.

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A/N: Please lemme know what you think!!! The second part is gonna be a continuation of this taking place on the same day, in which Inosuke and Tanjiro have that later time that they agreed upon in the beginning of the fic ;) I hope you enjoyed this!! I'm starting to pick up a habit of ending fics/fic chapters with kisses, whoops

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charjararts · 2 years

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I finally finished this after two years of not writing anything on it :,)

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hashibira Inosuke/Kamado Tanjirou Characters: Kamado Tanjirou, Hashibira Inosuke, Kamado Nezuko, Kamado Family (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Kamado Kie, Kamado Takeo, Kamado Tanjurou, Kamado Hanako, Kamado Shigeru, Kamado Rokuta, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kanzaki Aoi (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Tomioka Giyuu (described), Kibutsuji Muzan Additional Tags: Demon Inosuke, AU, alternative universe, A lot of Hurt, Angst, Comfort, it'll be dark, aged up characters from chapter 3, Tanjiro's family is most of the time alive, Slow Burn, Some Cursing, Some Fluff, because I love writing fluff, demon cannibalism, And a lot of pain, no beta we die like men

Summary:

Strange and horrible things happen when the moon turns blood red in the middle of the day. It calls the demons, it lures them out of their shadows into the red light. It strengthens their muscles and increases their thirst for blood... ~ When Tanjiro’s father is gone without telling his family where he is, they start to worry. It’s not usual for him to disappear like that. Tanjiro decides to look for him but finds himself in the light of the blood moon. The events of that day leave him with a shattered heart and the promise to kill every demon that will cross his path. Fuelled by anger he tries to find answers of that horrible day finding himself yet again in the red light of the moon. But that day he breaks the oath to himself by being unable to kill a demon with a boar draped around his neck. A demon that won’t leave him alone anytime soon.

#fanfic #inotan fanfic #complete fanfic #kny fanfic #demon slayer fanfic #inotan

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simplenefelibata · 1 year

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i'm writing an inotan one shot and ugh they're so. i'll never feel that kind of love they invented it

#inotan #inosuke hashibira #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro x inosuke #kny fanfic #kny fluff #kny #kimetsu no yaiba

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fucktheroyals · 2 months

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Nah wtf why isn’t inotan the top tanjiro ship? The fuck?

#I watch demon slayer #demon slayer #inotan #I’m on the mugen train? movie #I’m going by fanfic on ao3 #you know… you go to the fandom and then press relationships and there’s the list in the order of what has the most fics #glad to see inotan fic being the top kudos fic #I regain a little more of my respect

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atlastorm · 2 years

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— Opa!! Refazendo a capa de uma de minhas fanfics, gostei muito dessa mesmo ela sendo simples. A os poucos vou melhorando

• Disponível no Spirit Fanfic na conta @/HellRabbit

#fanfic #spirit fanfics #inotan #inosuke fanart #tanjiro x inosuke #tanjiro fanart #yaoi #lovemoon

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inoxske · 1 year

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Writign a fi

#bakugo #eijirou kirishima #mha #kirishima #krbk #bnha #fanfic #fanfiction #writing fanfiction #tlou #inotan #demon slayer

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anomaly-hivemind · 1 year

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Sweater Holders// Tanjiro x Inosuke

Chapter Two, Chapter Three

Warnings: Vaginal Penetration, Body Worship, Dacryphilia( just a wee bit) Pet Names (Daddy, Princess, Sweetheart, Master, Darling), Oral (male and female receiving) Sir Kink, Praise, Aftercare, degradation (if you squint), lovebites/ hickeys

Bonus Chapter No. 1

Muzan x Ume

Recommended Songs: Play with Fire - Same Tinnesz, Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood, House of Cards - BTS

Muzan slowly sipped from his champagne flute, swirling the sparking, golden liquid around. He sighed, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd.

How utterly dull, he thought while looking at the masses. So plain and boring, like they all had nothing going on in their lives.

He desperately desired to be anywhere else than here, but work called for it. He was a top surgeon in his field and owned part of the hospital for which this founding celebration was.

There was a spot of color that caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He looked to see an extravagantly dressed young woman.

Her long white hair was parted cleanly down the middle, with two strands framing her face. Two braids hung loosely by the sides of her head while two others were tied up into a strikingly high ponytail. Her tantalizing pose enhanced her luscious curves and divine figure. She wore a hot pink silk gown with intricate spiral beading across the bust and waist and a bewitching slit showing the smooth skin of her leg, adorned with a matching fluffy pink coat.

People watched her beguiling figure in amorous astonishment as she slinked, heading toward where Muzan and Douma sat. She wore a flirtatiously sly smirk on her face and a suggestive look in her eyes.

“Oh, it’s Ume. He had almost forgotten the man was there. Muzan, you remember my daughter, Ume, right?” Douma said beside him.

“Yes, I remember her,” Muzan said before taking a big sip of his champagne. He remembered her all right. How could he forget when he was the one who bought her the extravagant outfit that adorned her enticing body and many of the other luxurious items in her wardrobe. Dresses. Blouses. Diamond jewelry that nearly outshone her irresistible smile and expensive leather handbags.

How could he forget her when she lay in his bed more than his own. How could he say no to indulging her when she asked so sweetly.

“Hi, Papa! Hello Kibutsuji-san.” Ume smiled before sitting adjacent to the both of them.

“I’m so glad you could make it, Ume. You look lovely. Are Gyutaro and Kotoha with you?” Douma asked her in his usual joviality.

“You know Gyutaro hates these kinds of events, and sadly, Ko-chan wasn’t feeling well, so she decided not to come.”

“That is truly a shame; I guess I should call her and check on her,” Douma said before walking away, seemingly looking for a place to call his wife as Muzan and Ume watched his retreating figure.

A server walked to the table they were both sitting at with a tray of drinks and silently offered another drink; Ume took two glasses, handing one off to Muzan and the server promptly walked off to attend to the other partygoers.

Ume peered at Muzan with a small smile as she took a sip from the glass.

“That dress does look quite nice on you, Ume. You just couldn’t resist being the center of attention, could you? Although I bought you plenty of others, you had to choose more than one, didn’t you?” Muzan said, his eyes trailing down to her chest. The dress was low cut and exposed much of her breast.

“Well, My daddy bought it for me, picked it out himself; how could I not wear such a precious gift? Don’t I look nice in it?” she asked teasingly, placing her glass down. She looked him up and down as words dripped from her gloss-tinted lips and swirled into his ears. He was ready to get up and take the woman in front of him.

“You look lovely. Everyone here knows you look divine, although they don’t know you belong to me.” Muzan stood up from his seat, looking at Ume, dead in the eyes. “But you know this, yet you still wore this?” He took a moment to drink in her exposed skin before giving her a stern glare. “You know better. Come. I think I need to teach you a lesson, princess.”

He rented one of the event hotel’s rooms before leading her into the elevator. As the door slid closed, Muzan pressed Ume against the wall, grabbing her chin and tilting her face closer to his own. With a sweet look, she takes his outstretched hand as he leads her through the crowd undetected.

“You know, Ume… lately, it’s seemed like you’ve been trying your hardest to be bad, wearing those tiny shorts and going around without your panties. I paid a lot of money for those, you know,” Muzan said with a sly smirk. He squeezed the soft flesh of her waist as he pulled her closer before taking his time to feel what he would soon be reclaiming as his.

“I know I’ve been bad, but I promise I can be good.” Ume slipped her hands down Muzan’s chest. “Can you guess what I’m wearing?” Her hand traveled to the slit of her dress, pulling the dress up to allow him a look.

He glanced down to realize that she was wearing a lacy black thong that sat high on her supple hips.

Muzan glided his hands down her curves before slipping his hands through the slit in her dress and gently squeezing her ass. If the elevator had taken any longer, he would’ve had to take her right then and there with no regard for who would’ve caught them. Fortunately for the both of them, the doors slid open before he could start.

It took all their strength to detach from each other before walking to their room. The only thing that broke their reverie was the obvious notification sound of Ume’s phone. She sighed softly as she turned the screen on to see what it was.

“Who was that?”

“Papa, he was just letting me know he left.”

“Good, that means no distractions.”

He was swift to take and silence her phone before placing it in the inner pocket of his suit. With nothing else to disturb them, they quickly latched onto each other, kicking off their shoes before stumbling onto the large bed.

“Is this for me?” she giggled, gripping the silk sheets underneath her as he pressed kisses to her neck.

“Only the best for my Princess,” he said as he pulled himself away.

She pouted at his absence before grabbing his tie and pulling him back on top of her.

“Ah ah ah. You’re not the one in control here.” Muzan smirks before pinning Ume’s hands above her head.

Muzan leaned down, loose strands of his hair brushing against the side of Ume’s soft cheek. He peppered soft kisses on Ume’s cheek before gently running his tongue along her earlobe, reveling in her sweet moans.

“Now, be a good girl and don’t touch yourself, okay?” Muzan whispered, nibbling her skin.

Ume readily nodded, and Muzan slid a hand under Ume and slightly lifted her off the bed to access the zipper. He easily pulled down the zipper as he pushed the dress down her shoulders.

She held his gaze in hers as she propped herself up and slipped her bra off her body, revealing herself to him.

Muzan’s hand traced the outline of Ume’s thong, causing her to bite her lip and let out a small sigh. Muzan’s lips trailed across Ume’s soft skin, showering her with sensual kisses. He enjoyed her soft, sweet moans that filled the quietness of the gilded room. He teased her, riling more of a reaction out of her.

“Please,” she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair.

“Please, what, Princess?”

“Stop teasing me,” she groaned. He smiled, softly biting the inside of her thigh.

“Why? Tell me why.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her thong-covered cunt, her grip tightening on his hair.

“Daddy, please,” she whimpered. With a soft chuckle, he teased her with the tip of his tongue. She heaved a long sigh before he swiftly slipped her thong down her legs and pressed his tongue into her inviting cunt.

Ume exclaimed loudly as he dove in, attacking her cunt with such fervor that it took her breath away. Her legs squeezed his head as she lost herself in the feeling, but he immediately pulled away.

“No~” she whined.

“Keep them open for me, Princess,” he said, blowing softly onto her burning flesh. Her toes curled as she rested her legs on his shoulders.

He continued with his teasing, giving her short, small licks. Enough to make her feel good, but not enough to get her anywhere.

“You make me feel so good,” she moaned, covering her face. He stopped once again, glaring at her. “Muzan!” she exclaimed, her frustration clear on her face.

"Don't cover yourself when you're with me."

"I’m sorry."

"Sorry, what.”

"I’m sorry, Daddy," she said with a sweet, innocent look.

“Good girl.”

Muzan goes back to work in riling up Ume with his persistent tongue. He ran his tongue up, inching closer to play with her clit before giving it a sloppy suck.

“Ah~”

Ume's mouth laid agape as she let out choked moans, her chest heaving slightly and her back arching off the bed. Her legs wrapped around his head as her pleasure climbed.

“That’s right, Princess. Let me hear that beautiful voice of yours,” he groaned. “Let me hear what no one else will ever hear.”

She let out a small giggle. “Only to stroke your ego.”

“You could be stroking something else if you're going to act like that.” He raised his eyebrows, ready to stop and get up from the carpeted floor.

“You can’t just stop!” she cried, warm tears threatening to fall down her cheeks.

“I already did, didn't I?”

“Wait, no, don't stop. Daddy, please,” she begged, reaching out for him.

“Beg.”

Her wide eyes looked up at him in lust. “Please come back, Daddy. Come lick this pussy.”

“Who does it belong to?”

“It's all yours,” she moaned, spreading her legs wider.

He grinned. “Good girl.”

Muzan returned to his original position, but instead of using his mouth to please his girl immediately, he pushed a set of fingers into her painfully slow. He played with the pacing of his hand to see which speed and motion would get Ume to shake the most. He enjoyed the pleasing sounds that she let out for him and him alone.

It was only then that Muzan placed his lips back onto her body. He bit down on her inner thigh, leaving love bites and hickeys up her leg while he worked his fingers in her. When he felt satisfied with the number of marks on her leg, he quickened the rhythm of his fingers as he pushed them into her deeper. Which got quite the reaction out of Ume; her back arching, and her whole body shook in pleasure.

Muzan took advantage of Ume’s pleasurable state. He latched his mouth to her clit and gave it a suck. Ume let out a guttural moan as she felt Muzan slurp up her juices.

Muzan looked up at Ume with a smirk as he licked his lips. The bulge in his pants was so apparent that he didn’t even try to hide it away.

“Look at what you’ve done to me, Princess,” he said, gesturing down to his face.

She bit her full lips. “Please fuck me, Muzan.”

“I suppose you’ve been good enough,” Muzan said as he undid his pants. She was quick to stop him, sliding down to the floor.

“Allow me,” she said with a sultry smile. She slowly slid his pants down to the floor, pressing a soft kiss to his bulge before caressing his muscular legs. “You look so good, Daddy.”

“Oh, do I?” Muzan said, gripping her hair as she slid his boxers to the floor. “How about you show me what that mouth can do.”

She pressed wet kisses to his length, her beautiful green eyes looking up at him innocently. Her tongue caressed the underside of his shaft, the pleasurable feeling making him grip her hair harder.

“Oh, Princess~”

She moaned softly, using her sweet mouth to caress the full balls that hung underneath his shaft.

“I love pleasing you with my mouth, Daddy,” she said, teasing his tip. Muzan groaned, feeling the blood rushing through his cock.

“Don’t play with me, sweetheart.”

She smirked. “Yes, sir.”

She surprised him as she opened her mouth and took his entire length down her throat. His eyes rolled back, groaning as he held her in place, enjoying the sounds that she made. Her hands gripped the front of his thighs as she choked on his dick before he pulled back, allowing her to breathe.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes as he proceeded to fuck her face with wanton abandon.

“Your mouth feels so good, Princess,” Muzan groaned, earning a guttural moan from her. Her face turned red as he continued, the immeasurable pleasure almost too much for him before he pulled out of her mouth and let her go. “Get on the bed.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. “Please fuck me.”

Muzan leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to Ume’s lips, before lining himself up with her entrance, rubbing his tip through her slick lips. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“Please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, Daddy. I need you to fuck me. I need you so much.”

“Oh, you need me, huh?” he said as he pushed into her in one strong thrust. Her heat nearly drove him crazy as he rocked against her. He listened to the wonderful moans that tumbled past her lips and drank in her glowing skin that only he would ever see.

She was his, and he would make sure that she knew it. He would make sure she knew it every single time that he was buried deep in her. He vowed to pound her until he was the only thought that her brain could muster.

His name would be the only name that she would ever call.

“Muzan~” she called. “You’re fucking me so good~”

He gripped her full hips as he drove into her. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room as he pounded her tight hole.

“Ah~ Fuuck me!” Ume said, squeezing her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

“Yeah, that’s right. Pleasure yourself.”

“Harder, please,” Ume said breathlessly. She thrust her hips upwards, meeting his with her own, creating an intoxicating rhythm that neither of them wanted to break.

He watched her delicate hands grip the sheets as he pleasured her. He groaned, slowing down before pulling out slowly and slamming back into her. Her eyes flew open as she was bombarded with both pleasure and pain.

“SHIT! Aaah.”

The rhythmic combinations of Muzan’s movement thrusting into her overstimulated her headspace. Her vision felt like it was going in and out as he fucked her into oblivion.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped her thighs tightly as he lifted her lower body and began to hammer her cunt at an unbelievable pace. Ume’s eyes widened, and her mouth gaped as she struggled to breathe. He rutted her like he had never done before. She could feel him deep inside her and, with each thrust, an electrical shock that affected her entire body.

He wasn’t fucking her anymore. He was using her.

Muzan could see the beautiful agony on her face and her mouth widened in a silent scream. Muzan bucked his hips sporadically into Ume. He reached down to grip her shoulders for better leverage so that he could pound her even harder than he thought he could.

His movements start to get sloppy and uneven. He knew he was close. He refused to back down.

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach and began to pound her from behind. She screamed, her head bouncing as he held a tight grip on her arms. He panted, sweat dripping down his body as release crept up on him. He leaned down and placed gentle, feathery kisses on her back, only in places that the two of them would ever see—no one else.

He rotated his hips, adamant about maximizing both of their pleasure before he finished. Her cunt had a vice grip on him, and he knew that he didn’t have much longer.

“Mu-Muzan. Too much,” Ume whimpered. He knew he was overstimulating her.

“Hold on, just a moment longer.” He said, out of breath. The mix of tantalizing moans from Ume and the hushed whispers of praises from Muzan were drowned out by the sounds of wet skin slapping.

“Muzan, I’m- gonna- gonna cum!” Ume exclaimed. Her cunt tightened around him as he pounded her. Her body tensed as she released a long, drawn-out moan before she lost herself in her release and fell into a convulsing mess. "I love you, Muzan!"

“Ah, Fuck.” Muzan groaned at her proclamation as he came. His hips continued to pound her soaking cunt as waves of pleasure rolled over him, the euphoric feeling taking over as hot ropes of cum filled Ume, warming her insides.

Muzan leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Ume’s neck before pulling out, cum immediately leaking out onto the bed.

He flipped over and embraced her tightly, giving her a long, tired kiss before he flopped on the bed beside her and closed his eyes, his breaths heavy and sweat slipping from his brow. He allowed them both time to recover before moving to take action.

“Okay, darling, let’s both get cleaned up.”

Ume groaned and rolled over onto her side, pressing her face into Muzan’s warm chest.

“But I’m so tired.”

“Yeah. Bet you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Here, I’ll carry you.” Muzan got up from the bed and stretched his back. He then swiftly scooped Ume up, holding her in his arms and taking them both to the bathroom.

“Thank you, Muzan-sama,” Ume said, scooting onto the bathroom counter.

“Anything for my spoiled little princess,” Muzan said, their foreheads pressed together as they stared at each other intimately. Their lips met for a soft, tender kiss.

“Muzan.”

“Hmm?”

“I Love you.”

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driftlesswanderer · 1 year

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Mount Everest

Inosuke is found living in a forest, and is taken to integrate back into society. People notice Inosuke has a powerful Quirk and should become a hero. When Inosuke is accepted into U.A. he meets Tanjirou and Zenitsu.

Extra:

- For the most part, everyone in U.A. avoids Inosuke because of his feral behavior, unpredictability, and violent tendencies. Tanjirou feels bad for him and tries to be his friend, much to Zenitsu’s dismay.

- Nezuko doesn’t attend U.A..

- Insosuke’s Quirk: Enhanced Touch. His Quirk allows him to feel small vibrations in the air in a 200 mile radius.

- Tanjirou’s Quirk: Pyrokinesis and Hydrokinesis. His Quirk gives him the ability to bend water and fire to his will.

- Zenitsu’s Quirk: Weather. He can summon the clouds overhead and controls them.

- Nezuko’s Quirk: Steam. Her Quirk allows her to admit steam from her body and it can be thick enough to conceal herself.

#fanfiction idea #fanfic idea #fic idea #demon slayer #inotan #inosuke x tanjirou #tanjiro x inosuke #mha au #bnha au #song: Mount Everest by Labrinth

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micaron · 1 year

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Yo! I’m here to serve some inotan angst to celebrate Demon slayer season 2 coming out on Netflix :D

And it’s all thanks to @bananafishiguro that I finally post this idea after working on for like a year! So they deserve all the love and credit!

So, here ya go, go read Worlds apart

#kny #kny fanfic #inotan #inotan fanfic #demon slayer

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catladywriter · 2 months

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Inotan Fanfic: The Height of Friendship - Chapter 3

The Thought That Counts

Synopsis: Inosuke's excitement knew no bounds when he finally surpassed Tanjirou and Zenitsu in height. But a series of incidents lead him to believe that being taller than his companions comes with drawbacks, leaving him feeling left out and dejected. Determined to lift Inosuke's spirits, Tanjirou hatches a plan. Zenitsu is sceptical about the feasibility of the hare-brained scheme, but decides to put friendship before sensibility. Will the plan succeed, or will it backfire?

Main Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Secondary Pairing: ZenNezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko)

Setting: Canon AU, 3 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: ~9000 words across 3 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3

Status: Complete. 4th story in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

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Nezuko's kiss had provided Zenitsu with the energy boost he needed to keep going. But by the end of the day, he felt like this was the longest day of his life.

As the group made their way back home from the eatery, the night enveloped them, and the sky was lit by a dazzling array of stars. However, Zenitsu was too preoccupied with the pain in his feet to appreciate the beauty around him. The walk back was excruciatingly slow, each step sending a sharp, shooting pain through Zenitsu's tired feet. He winced with each movement, trying his best to hide the discomfort from his companions.

“You and Nezuko can go ahead, Zenitsu and I will catch up soon,” Tanjirou urged Inosuke.

“No. It’s dark and you move like snails. I’m staying to make sure you both don’t get eaten by a bear.” Inosuke puffed his chest self-importantly.

Zenitsu felt touched, despite wanting nothing more than to have Inosuke gone so he could remove his tengu geta and sit down. It must have been by sheer miracle or stupidity that Inosuke still hadn't noticed he had been tricked by their artificially elevated footwear. Despite that, he was still trusting them implicitly and wanting to protect them without suspicion. Inosuke's simple-mindedness and naivety were almost endearing. That’s why he was willingly sacrificing his comfort and sanity to cheer Inosuke up. Still, Zenitsu felt that this was all a literal pain in the feet, to be surrounded by idiots. He was so preoccupied with his own discomfort that he didn't notice a rock in his path.

"Zenitsu! Watch out!" Tanjirou's voice cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to reality.

But it was too late. Zenitsu's foot met with the rock, and he felt himself losing his balance. Panic shot through him as he flailed his arms, desperately trying to grab onto something to steady himself. He saw Tanjirou reaching out to grab him, but he too lost his balance and fell forward. Inosuke reacted with lightning speed, wrapping his arms around Tanjirou's waist and pulling him back to safety.

Zenitsu, unfortunately, wasn't as lucky. He landed on the ground with a loud thud, pain shooting up his ankle. He clenched his teeth, biting down hard to stifle the cry that threatened to escape his lips. The throbbing sensation was almost unbearable, and he felt like his ankle was on fire.

Nezuko darted over, her face a picture of worry as she crouched beside Zenitsu. Tanjirou and Inosuke followed, hovering anxiously around their injured friend.

“Zenitsu, are you okay?” Tanjirou asked, his voice tinged with concern and remorse. He bent down and carefully inspected the injured ankle.

Zenitsu drew a ragged breath, feeling the pent-up frustration and rage he had held back since this morning erupting to the surface.

“My ankle is shattered!!!” he shrieked. “This is all on you, Tanjiroooou!!!”

Tanjirou and Inosuke hauled Zenitsu back to their home, his shrill screams piercing the night. After a careful examination, Tanjirou assured them that it was just a sprain, not a break. Everyone was relieved, except Zenitsu, who retorted, “Just a sprain, huh?! Why don’t you sprain your ankle too and tell me how it feels!”

Nezuko took control of the situation, rubbing a cooling balm on Zenitsu’s swollen ankle and vowing to watch over him until he was fully recovered. Zenitsu’s spirits lifted considerably after that, happy to exploit the opportunity for her undivided attention and care.

Feeling more at ease in his futon, Zenitsu began to contemplate the aftermath of his mishap. Tanjirou’s harebrained scheme had backfired, as he had predicted. And Inosuke would realise that they had been deceiving him the whole time.

Zenitsu glanced at Inosuke, who had been unusually silent and looked troubled and scared, only speaking to inquire if he would be okay. Zenitsu was moved by Inosuke’s concern for him. As he reflected on this, Zenitsu realised that Inosuke was a truly kind person at heart, just ignorant and lacking in common sense at times. It probably hadn’t even dawned on him that he had been duped.

Tanjirou remained by his side, apologising over and over and looking remorseful as he did so. Zenitsu decided to forgive him, although it was mostly to prevent him from asking Nezuko to let him take over the care-giving. He knew he would never forgive Tanjirou if that happened.

“I owe you an apology too, Inosuke,” Tanjirou turned to Inosuke after Zenitsu said he would forgive him. “You must be angry that we deceived you. This whole thing was my idea, though. Please don’t hold it against Zenitsu.”

Inosuke looked confused for a moment before his expression turned smug. “Actually, I saw those dumb things you were wearing this morning. Your pants flapped in the wind when you walked towards me.”

Tanjirou and Zenitsu gaped at him in disbelief.

“So… you knew… right from the start?” Zenitsu said incredulously.

"Of course!" Inosuke flashed a wide grin. “I just didn’t say anything because I wanted to see what you were up to. I must admit, it was funny seeing you two wobbling around in those things all day just to be taller. You both are such idiots!” He burst into laughter, his first genuine laugh in weeks.

Tanjirou's face lit up at the sight of Inosuke laughing, but Zenitsu could feel his blood simmering inside him.

"You ungrateful boar! Out! Both of you! Yes, you too, Tanjirou! This was your moronic idea! Get out of my sight and stop infecting me with your stupid!" Zenitsu shrieked, his piercing voice reverberating throughout the house.

Tanjirou and Inosuke strolled in the backyard under the starry night sky. The cool breeze caressed the leaves on the trees, and the moon shone bright, bathing them in a gentle light. Inosuke squeezed Tanjirou’s hand, happy that he could finally do so. Tanjirou had been so busy keeping his balance with the ridiculous footwear earlier that Inosuke didn’t want to bother him. Still, he couldn’t help mocking his boyfriend for it.

“So, how does it feel to have your feet back on the ground?” Inosuke teased.

Tanjirou chuckled at Inosuke’s quip. “It feels wonderful! I’ll treasure this feeling from now on,” he said earnestly.

Inosuke scoffed in response. “Don’t do such a lame thing again. What if you seriously hurt yourselves?”

Tanjirou shook his head gently, his eyes warm and sincere. “And you should stop worrying about your height, Inosuke. We’re best friends, and that’s not something that changes with height or size. Besides, you’ve seen for yourself how size doesn't determine strength and power. You’ve faced countless demons of all shapes and sizes, and you’ve never backed down from a challenge.”

Inosuke grunted, unable to argue with that logic. He scratched his head and said, “Fine, I get it. Just don’t go breaking your ankles again trying to keep up with me.”

Tanjirou smiled, happy to see his boyfriend back to his usual self. He tilted his head and asked curiously, “Are you not mad at us for lying to you?”

Inosuke shrugged his broad shoulders. “Nah. I mean, it was pretty insulting that you thought I wouldn’t notice, but I guess thinking counts, or however the saying goes.”

Tanjirou chuckled softly. “It’s the thought that counts,” he corrected.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I meant to say. It’s the thought that counts,” Inosuke repeated.

Tanjirou nodded earnestly. “I knew you would figure it out sooner or later,” he clarified. “But I hoped you would notice our efforts and see how much we care about you. You’re our best friend, Inosuke, and we love you just the way you are.”

Inosuke felt a burst of warmth and fuzziness in his heart. Tanjirou was a sweet and thoughtful lover as always, and Zenitsu had proven to be a loyal friend and minion, even if he was probably seething and swearing at them right now. And of course, Nezuko was always there, supporting them with her quiet strength.

He stared at the twinkling stars in the night sky. A ripple of calm and gratitude washed over him, and he was glad to be alive and in the company of people who loved him.

He glanced at Tanjirou, who stood beside him, gazing at the night sky with a serene and peaceful expression, his hanafuda earrings dancing lightly in the breeze. The stars sparkled in his gentle eyes, and it made Inosuke’s heart flutter. He wanted to lean in and kiss him, but curiosity got the better of him. He wondered how a kind soul like Tanjirou could come up with a plan that resulted in Zenitsu getting hurt. He didn’t think it was a serious injury, and he knew Zenitsu was exaggerating as usual, but he still remembered Zenitsu’s loud wailing in his ear.

“So, was falling part of the plan?” he asked.

As he expected, Tanjirou shook his head emphatically, his face full of guilt. “No, no, of course not. That was an accident. I never meant for Zenitsu to get hurt.” He bit his lip, feeling responsible for Zenitsu’s sprained ankle.

Inosuke reached out and gave Tanjirou’s shoulder a squeeze, trying to reassure him.

“He'll be fine. He has Nezuko.” He nodded towards the direction of their cosy house.

Tanjirou nodded gratefully, but his brow furrowed slightly. "You know, Zenitsu is really a great guy. He was so concerned about you and he agreed to go along with my plan even though he had doubts about it. Can you please be nicer to him and stop making fun of him?" He looked at Inosuke with a hopeful expression.

Inosuke snorted indignantly. “What do you mean? I’m always nice to my underlings!” he protested.

Tanjirou shook his head slightly, his eyes gentle but firm. “Remember weeks ago when you kept messing up his hair and holding his things out of his reach? It really bothers him, you know.”

Inosuke’s eyes widened in disbelief. “He’s mad about that?” he exclaimed. “He’s so sensitive! I just wanted him to praise me, but he's so petty!” He waved his arms wildly, trying to justify his actions.

Tanjirou blinked in surprise at this revelation. “So, you did all that, just because you wanted his praise?”

“Yeah,” Inosuke confessed. “You and Nezuko praised me, but he was the only one who didn’t, so I had to keep trying until he gave in.”

Tanjirou’s face softened into a smile, and then he laughed softly. Inosuke felt confused by his reaction. He opened his mouth to ask what was so funny, but before he could speak, Tanjirou’s face turned serious again.

“Zenitsu doesn’t even praise himself, so how can you expect him to praise you?”

Inosuke frowned. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Zenitsu doesn’t get much praise growing up, so he has trouble seeing his own worth. That also affects how he praises others,” Tanjirou explained patiently.

Inosuke crossed his arms. “How can he not see his own worth? He’s my underling, so he must have some good points.”

“Well, you can help him by praising him,” Tanjirou suggested with a gentle smile.

“Praise him??” Inosuke exclaimed. That sounded like an impossible task to him.

Tanjirou chuckled at his reaction. “You don’t have to force yourself. It’s the thought that counts.”

Inosuke fell into a quiet, pensive silence, his mind mulling over Tanjirou’s words. He knew that everyone enjoyed being praised, himself included. He couldn’t deny that he felt a surge of pride whenever he received praise from others. Even Nezuko, who was always so generous and selfless, beamed more whenever Zenitsu or Tanjirou praised her.

But there was someone who seemed to defy this universal truth. Inosuke couldn’t help but wonder why Tanjirou didn’t seem to seek praise like everyone else.

“Why don’t you care about being praised?” he asked.

Tanjirou looked at Inosuke, his eyes warm and gentle. “I don't need admiration from others,” he said, his voice mild but firm. “If my loved ones are safe and happy, that’s enough for me.”

Inosuke’s eyes widened in surprise. Tanjirou’s words were simple yet deep, as expected of him.

As the leader of his pack, Inosuke felt a strong duty to protect and care for his companions. But he never expected to derive joy from this in the same way he would when he excelled at something or received praise for his achievements.

This was a new way of thinking about happiness for Inosuke. He admired Tanjirou for his ability to see things differently and to appreciate the simple things in life.

Inosuke realized he had learned a lot that day. He was tired and he wanted to rest and reflect on everything he had learned. But he decided to humour Tanjirou, since making others happy was important to him. There was something that bothered him, and maybe Tanjirou could help him with that.

“Well, I’m still unhappy about something,” Inosuke said.

Tanjirou looked at him with worry. “What is it?”

“I get what you said about heights and all, but… it’s easier to kiss when we’re the same height.” Inosuke tried to hide his blush with a scowl.

Tanjirou cupped his face with his hands. “That’s not true.”

Tanjirou leaned up and kissed him, their lips melting in a soft, passionate kiss that made Inosuke’s heart throb. He felt a surge of emotion in his chest, and he wrapped his arms around Tanjirou, deepening the kiss. He pulled back slightly and flashed a cocky grin. "You do a passable job of making me happy. Keep it up and maybe you’ll get better at it."

Tanjirou smiled and hugged him tighter. He kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I will, Inosuke.” They stayed locked in each other's embrace, relishing the sound of their racing heartbeats.

A few evenings later, Zenitsu dashed out to the yard to collect the laundry, his sharp ears catching the ominous rumble of thunder. A storm was brewing, and he had to hurry. Inosuke trailed behind him, wanting to lend a hand. He had been awkwardly following him around in the past few days, trying to offer a helping hand in view of his injured ankle. Zenitsu’s ankle had healed thanks to Nezuko’s loving care, but he was still bitter with Tanjirou and Inosuke and had avoided talking to them as much as possible. Still, he appreciated some help, so he let Inosuke tag along.

As they were taking down the laundry, Zenitsu heard Inosuke trying to say something.

"Uh… Zenitsu… S-s-s-s..." Inosuke stammered, wrestling with his tongue.

"Why are you making that noise, are you a snake or something?" Zenitsu snapped, confused and irritated.

Inosuke's face contorted in effort as he forced the words out. "S-s-sorry!!! For your ankle!" he spat out.

Zenitsu stared at Inosuke, taken aback by the unexpected apology. "Uh, sure…" he said uncertainly.

“And…” Inosuke’s face twisted as he struggled to utter the words. “And… and you’re seriously a great guy!” he finally blurted out, his face looking distorted and deformed in the process.

Zenitsu felt a chill run down his spine. Inosuke would never apologize, let alone compliment him. He gazed at Inosuke’s hideous face and thought that there was no way this entity was human.

Zenitsu took a deep breath and unleashed a shriek. “Tanjirooooou!!! There’s a demon in the backyard!!!”

Pandemonium broke out as Tanjirou and Nezuko sprinted out to intervene. Amidst a flurry of garbled yelling, angry headlocks and confusion, they managed to get Zenitsu and Inosuke to calm down and explain themselves.

“I praised him, Tanjirou! I praised him like you asked me to! But stupid Monitsu called me a demon and attacked me!” Inosuke flailed his arms wildly at Zenitsu while Tanjirou wrapped his arms around his waist, struggling to restrain him.

“His face was all twisted when he said that! He was obviously trying to scare me!” Zenitsu snapped back, feeling a bit embarrassed for his overreaction. Nezuko patted his back soothingly, holding his hand to prevent him from throwing a punch.

"Inosuke was really trying to praise you, Zenitsu," Tanjirou said, trying not to laugh. "But it probably came out a bit strange."

Zenitsu looked at Inosuke with a raised eyebrow. “You were praising me?”

Inosuke scowled at Zenitsu. “I was! But you went nuts and called me a demon!”

“Oh,” Zenitsu said, feeling sheepish. “I didn’t get that you were trying to be nice.”

“Yeah, well, don’t count on it happening again,” Inosuke huffed, jabbing an aggressive finger at him.

“Why not?” Zenitsu demanded.

Just then, a blast of lightning lit up the sky, and rain began to gush in buckets. Nezuko let out a squeal, and they all rushed around, trying to save the clothes. Inosuke, always eager to prove himself, grabbed all the clothes in his arms and took off sprinting.

"Faster than all of you, shorties!" he yelled triumphantly, sticking out his tongue and bolting back indoors.

"That boar will never change," Zenitsu grumbled as he raced alongside Nezuko and Tanjirou.

"But it's the thought that counts," Tanjirou said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.

Zenitsu sighed, feeling that maybe he had been too harsh on Inosuke. He decided to let it go and focus on the fact that Inosuke had tried to make amends, no matter how clumsy the attempt was.

As they huddled indoors, Zenitsu couldn't shake off the doubt that lingered in his mind. Would Inosuke ever truly be nice? But then he found himself caught up in the rhythm of their easy banter, his own laughter joining in with theirs. Inosuke's carefree laughter was infectious, and in spite of feeling cold and wet, a warmth spread through his body. The tension from the past few days washed away with the sound of the rain outside. Maybe, just maybe, they were all perfect like this.

Next Story in the series: Drinking Party

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Author's Notes: This fic started out as a silly frivolous piece of fluff, but along the way, it evolved into something deeper about self-worth and friendship. I'm not knocking on frivolous fluff (love it myself), but I'm surprised by how working on something can take one in a different direction sometimes. I hope you like the ending! Poor Zen, the only one with a shred of sense among them, and yet he still ended up taking the brunt of their idiocy. But at least he has Nezuko to keep him sane. I can't help but wonder if any of you saw it coming from a mile away that Inosuke knew it right from the start and just decided to sit back and watch his friends make fools of themselves. He may not be great at expressing himself, but he's certainly smart and can put on an act when needed (hello, Inoko). I drew inspiration for Inosuke's "praising face" from Tanjirou's "lying face," as you might have guessed! Since Tanjirou looks terrifying enough to scare people when he lies, I bet Inosuke would also terrify Zen with his "praising face" lol. I hope you enjoyed the Inotan kissing scene, which took up half of the editing time lol. It was supposed to be a touch-and-go kind of thing, but then I decided to lengthen it a bit because why not? Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time (Inotan)

A/N: Tada!!! Day 3!!! Super late and since it's past midnight for me, technically not posted in time, but oh well!! I actually really love this one more than I thought I would, tbh, and I actually finished up the majority of this just in the last few hours cause I was determined to get it finished and posted tonight so that I'll have all day to focus on tomorrow's story!! This one is just filled with fluff all the way through, so enjoy!!!

Pairing(s): Inosuke x Tanjiro, Zenitsu x Nezuko (Implied, kinda?)

Prompt: Day 3: Meet-cutes

Summary: Tanjiro's day is full of disasters that leaves his head reeling, but just when he thinks he's officially experienced the worst day of his adult life, something very special happens.

Tag(s): Fluff, like honestly that's the only tag I can think of to add, besides Tanjiro being an absolute disaster himself 💀

Word Count: 2,731

Song Inspiration: I Like Me Better By Lauv

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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At first, everything was going fine. It was great, even. Tanjiro was going about his day just as he usually does. He wakes up at six, starts a pot of coffee, jumps into the shower, gets dressed, makes breakfast, feeds his new dog, Axel, lets Axel into the backyard for awhile, checks his email, and calls Nezuko. All perfectly normal things for a Wednesday during summer break.

Then, on a call with Nezuko, he calls Axel back inside, puts on his shoes, grabs his wallet and keys, and leaves the house to run some errands. He listens to Nezuko catch him up on everything she’s been up to for the past week, Zenitsu occasionally making comments in the background, and Tanjiro enjoys his day so far.

But it all starts turning to shit when he steps into the grocery store and…immediately trips and falls flat on his face. Groaning in pain and face red from embarrassment, he pushes himself up and grabs his phone, which had slid about a foot away from him, grateful the screen isn’t cracked.

“-jiro? Everything alright?” Nezuko’s asking when he puts the phone back to his ear, brushing dirt off of his knees.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Nez, just tripped and fell. Dropped my phone, too.” He explains with a pout as he walks over to the cart and tugs one out.

Nezuko giggles, the sounds of dishes being washed as she cleans up from the breakfast that Zenitsu had made earlier. “You and your two left feet, brother.”

“Hey, it’s not that bad anymore, okay? I’ve been doing really well at not falling over this week.” He points out stubbornly, forcing himself not to whine like a child.

“Yes, because it’s perfectly normal for someone to keep track of how many times they fall in a day.” Nezuko quips teasingly.

“Tanjiro, don’t make me get out our old fall counter board, we haven’t had to use that since middle school.” He hears Zenitsu call from somewhere nearby Nezuko.

Tanjiro groans again, throwing his head back in exasperation as he pushes the cart towards the back of the store. “Guuuyyysssss!” He whines, unable to help himself. Both of them laugh, finding amusement in his misery. Reaching for a few bags of soba noodles and udon noodles and placing them into his cart, quickly stopping a bowl of pre-made ramen from falling off of the shelf before continuing down the aisle.

“Oh, hey, Tanjiro.” Zenitsu suddenly says in his ear, as if he’s taken the phone from Nezuko. “Have they sent you the email about the new P.E. teacher yet?” He asks.

“Huh?” He raises an eyebrow at the question as he reads the label on a box of crackers. “No, I don’t think so, though it may have just been delayed. I’ll check my email for it again later today, though. Why?”

Zenitsu scoffs. “Apparently the guy’s been in America for the past decade, just moved back to Japan recently. He needs a reminder on how things work in our schools, I guess, and Himejima wants us to be his, like, “buddies”, help him out a bit.”

“Wait, really?” He questions, surprised. “That’s new. Not everyday we get someone who’s been away from Japan that long. Was he born here, do you know?”

“Yeah, he was born here. Don’t know much else though, not like he’s gonna give us the guy’s whole life story or anything.” He hears something on the other end that sounds a lot like sweeping.

“Yeah, I know, I was just curious. Seems like a nice way to make a new friend, though.” Tanjiro hums, adding soy sauce into his cart alongside rice, chocolate mochi, beef, and eggs.

“Yeah, says the guy who’s managed to befriend literally all of our coworkers since we’ve started working there.” His best friend snorts.

“Not all of them.” Tanjiro frowns. “Still haven’t been able to win over Shinizugawa. Either one of them.” He sighs.

“Screw the Shinizugawa brothers, they’re both assholes.” The blonde mutters and Tanjiro can hear the pout in his voice.

“You’re just upset because Sanemi won best teacher over you.” Tanjiro rolled his eyes with a smile.

“He’s the rudest person I’ve ever met, Tanjiro! There’s no way that his students like him that much! Those results were rigged and I’ll accept nothing less!” Zenitsu exclaims indignantly.

He laughs at his friend’s argument, but it quickly dies down when a container of panko slips out of his hand and to the floor, bursting open and spilling all over the place. “Ah, shit!” He curses.

“Tanjiro Kamado, what a dirty word that’s come out of you.” He hears on the other end of the phone, a voice that he vaguely registers as Nezuko again, but he’s only halfway paying attention as an employee comes over, bringing a sign to place over the mess until a broom can be brought over to clean it up.

“I’ll pay for it.” He promises, placing a hand over his phone mic. The employee shakes his head, reassuring him that it’s not necessary no matter how much he insists. He internally sighs. The second disaster in the past hour, not exactly a great start to what he knows is already gonna be a long day.

He takes a moment to speak on the phone again. “Listen, guys, I got some more errands to run and I don’t wanna run out of phone battery, so I’m gonna go. I’ll call again later or tomorrow?” He asks.

“Yeah, of course, Tanji, do what you need to do.” Nezuko reassures him.

“Okay, great. I love you guys.” He says warmly.

“Love you, too!”

“Love you. Give Axel lots of treats for me, okay?”

Tanjiro rolls his eyes. “You’re not supposed to spoil my dog more than me, Zenny.” He points out. All he gets in reply is a laugh and he shakes his head at the man as he hangs up the phone and puts it in his pocket.

The rest of his errand run consists of many more incidents, each one worse than the other. Knocking over a display of boxed snacks, almost accidentally running a red light when it changed too quickly, dropping a few books and grabbing the attention of everyone inside the small bookstore he was browsing, tripping and falling again, this time gaining a few new cracks on his phone. Then, it starts raining in the middle of him walking through a parking lot towards his car, the clouds pouring down on him, a bag of dog food splits open at the pet store and that time, he did pay for it, then his usual lunch place closed early and once he finally made it home, his car decides to inform him that one of his tires has started to lose some of its air.

Pulling into the driveway of his house, he parks and turns it off before throwing his head back and running his hands down his face, moaning out his misery. The universe is truly testing him today. Hopefully, he can still turn it around. He gets out of his car and starts the long process of getting all of his bags of food and other items into his house, thinking the whole time about how much easier the whole thing would be with two people rather than just one.

An hour later, everything now inside and completely put away finally, he stands in the kitchen and looks out the window, enjoying the view. Despite the earlier downpour, it’s still very nice out and the sun has made its way out of the clouds once more. He looks down at Axel, his two year old mixed breed laying on the floor and staring up at him.

He smiles at him fondly. “C’mon, Axel, how does a walk sound?” Tanjiro asks him, patting his thigh and walking towards the front door. Axel immediately perks up and follows him, nails clicking against the floor as he trots out of the kitchen and across the living room. Tanjiro grabs his leash from the hook beside the door and bends down to hook it to his collar, making sure he still has his phone, keys, and wallet on him before stepping out the door and closing and locking it behind him.

Tanjiro hums softly to himself as they walk through his neighborhood and a few blocks farther, going at a steady, easy pace as he makes his way to one of his favorite parks. Axel thoroughly enjoys the walk, panting and trotting along, occasionally barking or yipping as he watches everything around them.

Once reaching the park, they wander around for awhile, Tanjiro smiling softly at all the families and kids running around, watching the animals skitter about, stopping and admiring a few plants and flowers that have started to bloom since he was last there.

He’s been out for about an hour and a half now when, suddenly, Axel starts barking and pulling at his leash roughly, causing Tanjiro to stumble forward as he holds tight to his dog’s leash and tries to keep him in place. “Hey! Axel! Calm!” He orders, though it seems as if Axel didn’t even hear him. He looks around to look for anything that could’ve made him act this way, but he sees nothing out of place from just a few minutes ago. Thankfully, Axel’s reaction doesn’t seem violent, exactly, just excited, but he still needs him to calm down.

Axel tries even harder to get away now, twisting and jumping, gaining the attention of people nearby and Tanjiro starts to panic slightly. “Axel, baby, please, calm down.” He says gently, hoping for a different reaction than before but there isn’t a single change in Axel. And then, right as he reaches out to touch the reddish-brown canine, Axel twists, faces his head downwards, rears back, and suddenly his neck is bare, having managed to slip out of his collar, and Tanjiro is now gasping as his dog starts running full speed across the park.

“No! Axel!!” He shouts, keeping hold of the leash and collar as he sprints after Axel, that small panic he felt before increasing tenfold. He runs as fast as he can after him, praying that there aren't any other dogs around right now. Other people? Axel gets along great with. Other dogs? Not so much. Tanjiro’s learned that the hard way. It’s why they don’t go to dog parks anymore.

Damn this day, damn it all. He curses mentally, completely hating every second that he hasn’t caught up to his dog yet. Every single bad scenario ran through his head, all of them leading to him losing his dog and the pain that rocks through his chest at such a thought makes him grit his teeth.

Finally, finally, he sees Axel coming to a stop. But his relief is quickly wiped away when he realizes that Axel is stopping right in front of another dog. “Shit. Axel!!” He shouts once more, stumbling to a stop right behind him, bending down and placing his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath, never taking his eyes off of his dog.

“Uh, hey, dude, you good?” Someone asks, most likely the owner of the other dog.

“N-no, Axel, h-he’s not-” Tanjiro pauses, straightening up as he realizes. A fight hasn’t broken out yet. Axel hasn’t attacked. He looks at his dog and watches as Axel simply sniffs curiously at the other dog in front of him, which appears to be an all white husky. “...not good with other dogs…” He trails off, watching the interaction with disbelief.

“Well, seems like he likes my Senshi just fine.” The other man says.

Tanjiro finally turns to look at him and is immediately stunned. Standing in front of him is a man a few inches shorter than him with long, black to blue ombre hair pulled up into a loose bun and the brightest green eyes he’s ever seen. The man is wearing a gray, sleeveless, hooded sports vest with blue outlining and accents, the zipper only halfway up, and a pair of loose, blue track pants. He’s got one hand in his vest pocket and the other hanging by his side, holding onto a purple leash. Tanjiro gulps as his eyes trace over the man’s muscular arms, quickly looking back to his face.

“S-Senshi?” He speaks up, looking to the man’s dog and back to him again. “That’s the pup’s name?” He asks curiously.

“Yep!” The man confirms, popping the ‘p’ with a grin. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?” He turns to his dog, looking at her with pride. “She’s part husky, part wolf.”

Tanjiro raises an eyebrow at him. “Seriously? That’s awesome.” He says. He looks to Senshi and Axel and watches as the two of them circle each other slowly, before sniffing at each other’s faces, getting so close that their noses are nearly pressed together. “Axel doesn’t usually get along with other dogs, no matter the gender. I’ve never seen him be so nice to one before.” He admits.

He turns back to her owner as he shrugs. “That’s just Senshi, she’s good at making friends.” The man informs him.

“Usually I am as well.” Tanjiro sighs, taking a step forward to bend down and stop Axel’s friend making just long enough to put his collar back on, feeling much more relieved once it’s secure. “I’m Tanjiro. Tanjiro Kamado.” He stands back up and holds his hand out to the black-haired man.

“Inosuke Hashibira.” Inosuke grabs his hand in a firm, strong grip, shaking it once and lingering. If Tanjiro didn’t know any better, he’d say that there’s a hint of flirtation in the other man’s eyes as he continues. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Tanjiro feels warmth in his cheeks as he pulls his hand back, smiling warmly. “The same to you, Inosuke.” His eyes flicker to the dogs who have now started yipping and playfully pawing at each other, chewing his lip thoughtfully. “You know…considering Axel doesn’t usually make friends, it’d be kinda nice if we could have some playdates every once in awhile with the two of them.” He suggests shyly, looking away from the other man. “I-If that’s something that you’d be o-okay with, it’s not like you have to say yes o-or anything like that.” He fidgets with his hands, holding them in front of him.

Inosuke lets out a deep chuckle that fills Tanjiro up with a warmth he’s unfamiliar with, but it’s not unwelcome. “That sounds like a lot of fun. Besides, I just moved back here not that long ago, it’d be nice to have someone to help me get used to how things work around here again.”

That time, there’s no mistaking the flirty tone of his voice and Tanjiro knows his cheeks are pink as he looks back at him. “Well, I am a teacher, so I suppose it wouldn’t be too difficult to reintroduce you to the basics.” Tanjiro flirts back, as rusty as he may be with such a thing.

There’s a sparkle in those green eyes that pull him in, the feeling only increased with every word out of the other man’s mouth. “What a coincidence, I’ll be starting out as a P.E. teacher in the fall at the high school a few blocks away from here.” Inosuke informs him.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen at his words. “Wait, no way, you’re the new P.E. teacher my friend, Zenitsu was telling me about?” He questions. “Him and I are supposed to be your learning buddies once the school year starts back up again!” I tell him. “He was just telling me about that earlier today.” The redhead laughs at the coincidence.

Inosuke’s eyes light up with surprise as well. “Well, damn, look at that.” He laughs lightly, Tanjiro joining in his amusement. “I can’t wait to get a head start on that, then.” He says.

“Yeah?” Tanjiro asks.

Inosuke steps forward, closer to him. “Yeah. We get together, let the pups play. And then you and I, we can spend some time together.” He says, his voice quieter than before. “Get to know each other a little better.”

Tanjiro bites his lip as a giddy grin spreads across his face. “Sounds good to me.” Maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

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A/N: What did you think?? Inotan first meeting and getting straight to flirting just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, hehe. But also, since I didn't find a way to mention in the actual story itself, Axel is a mix between a rhodesian ridgeback, an australian cattle dog, and a chow. I used to have a dog with those exact same breeds and he was the sweetest. And to anyone who doesn't know, Senshi is actually "warrior" in Japanese. Seemed like a pretty fitting thing for Inosuke to name his dog, imo. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!!!

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