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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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hua-liansimp · 1 year

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the torture when you like a ship and you want to read fanfiction about that ship but you like the ship in a specific way and that way isn't the popular one:')

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catladywriter · 3 months

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Inotan Fanfic: Pet the Cat - Chapter 3

No Comparison

Synopsis: Inosuke wasn’t sure why he bothered rescuing the cat. In the wild, it was survival of the fittest and the weak were left to die. But saving the cat felt like something Tanjirou, Zenitsu, and even Nezuko would do. Before he could second guess his decision, he’d jumped into the freezing cold river at the beginning of winter without a shirt on and plucked the drowning feline from the clutches of death.

But far from being grateful, the cat turned out to be a good-for-nothing that poached his underlings and bossed them around in ways unimaginable to him. When it started competing with him for attention from his Underling Number One, Inosuke decided he must show this arrogant fluffball who’s boss!

Main Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Secondary Pairing: ZenNezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko)

Setting: Canon AU, 2 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: 11,200+ across 3 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3

Status: Complete. 3rd story in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

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The next morning, Inosuke munched on his omelette while Tanjirou fielded awkward questions from Nezuko and Zenitsu. The deep, vertical scars below Inosuke’s nape had scabbed over and were now a dark maroon, with a slight puffiness around them. Tanjirou had tried, and failed to convince his companions that Kuro-chan had attacked Inosuke for unknown reasons.

Tanjirou wore all his emotions on his face. Everyone could tell from the grotesque facial expression he made that something was not adding up.

“Be honest, you left those scratches on him, didn’t you?” Zenitsu asked, with a mix of amusement and revulsion on his face.

Tanjirou’s infamous lying face gave way to genuine confusion. “Of course not! I wouldn’t hurt Inosuke like that. Besides, I don't keep my nails long. It'd just get in the way of cooking." He stretched out his hands for Zenitsu to inspect his short, neatly-trimmed nails.

Zenitsu couldn't find any issues with his nails, but he continued eyeing him with deep suspicion. Eventually, he snorted and said, “I believe you. But it looks like Kuro-chan must really hate Inosuke. Never heard of cats attacking people for no reason other than being provoked or for self-defence.”

“I hate the dumb cat too!” Inosuke growled.

“This is all a misunderstanding,” Tanjirou said in a gentle voice. “Animals don’t hate. They act on their survival instincts. You of all people should understand that.”

“Hmmph!” Inosuke grumbled as he scooped up a second helping of omelette onto his plate.

Since that last altercation with Kuro-chan, Inosuke kept his distance from the cat. He hadn’t carried out his threat of ripping off Kuro-chan’s balls. He maintained that there was no joy in scoring a win against something much smaller than him. It was absolutely not because the cat might scratch him and embarrass him in front of his favourite underling again. Not at all.

Tanjirou had stopped trying to get Inosuke and Kuro-chan to befriend each other. He explained that he couldn’t bear to see Inosuke get hurt again. Inosuke was irritated that Tanjirou thought he would lose to a cat, but also touched to know that he cared so much about him.

For a while, Kuro-chan had avoided Inosuke as well, but it soon returned to its arrogant ways, acting as if the incident had never happened. It grew bolder and developed a new and particularly annoying habit - jumping up on the dining table whenever they were eating.

This evening, Nezuko had given Kuro-chan a bowl of steamed chicken. But the cat had only taken a few bites before jumping up on the table to sniff at their bowl of tempura.

“Woah Kuro-chan, don’t do that!” Zenitsu held the cat by the scruff of its neck to prevent it from putting its nose into the bowl.

“Do you want tempura too?” Tanjirou asked. “I’ll give you one, but wait a moment while I do something. It’s too oily for you if you eat it like this.” Tanjirou fished a prawn tempura out with his chopsticks and wiggled it in front of Kuro-chan’s nose. The cat followed it to his side of the table.

"Hey, don't encourage him," Zenitsu warned. "It'll be troublesome if he jumps on the table when we have customers."

"Don't worry, he won't do that," Tanjirou reassured him. "He's scared of strangers."

Inosuke observed that Zenitsu was usually no better than Tanjirou when it came to indulging the cat. He continued to sacrifice his furniture and space whenever the cat demanded it, and claimed that it was because the cat adored his scent. But on rare occasions like this, his practical nature took over and he would prioritise their business over the cat’s needs. This was one of those few times when Inosuke agreed with Zenitsu.

“Here you go, Kuro-chan!”

To Inosuke's horror, Tanjirou had removed the crispy tempura skin, which was, in his opinion, the best part of the tempura. He gave the prawn beneath it to Kuro-chan. What a terrible waste of a good tempura!

“First, you spoil Inosuke. And now you’re spoiling Kuro-chan too? We don’t need two Inosukes in this household.”

Inosuke started at the mention of his name. How dare Zenitsu speak of him in the same vein as the cat, like they’re even comparable? And what on earth did he mean by that? Surely the only thing better than one Inosuke was two of him?

“Don’t exaggerate. Kuro-chan’s just a cat. He won’t eat much. Another one, Kuro-chan?” Tanjirou desecrated a fish tempura this time.

Inosuke did the only logical thing he could think of to stop Tanjirou from wasting anymore tempura on the dumb cat. He grabbed the entire bowl of tempura and gobbled up all its contents. Then he wiped his mouth carelessly and stuck out a tongue at the feline. He felt a sense of satisfaction as he watched Kuro-chan squint its eyes and purse its lips. Its ears moved back and its tail flicked back and forth. It was not amused.

Zenitsu was the first at the table to recover from the shock at Inosuke’s behaviour.

“Hey! What the hell! I haven’t even had any! This is all your fault, Tanjirooou!!!” Zenitsu wailed.

“That's rude, Inosuke,” Tanjirou chided. He took out a handkerchief and wiped tempura crumbs off Inosuke’s face.

“You were ruining the tempura!”

Kuro-chan gave a grumpy meow and stared at Zenitsu.

“At least you still have chicken.” Zenitsu gave a sad shrug.

“Don’t worry, I have some extra tempura in the oven,” Nezuko announced. “I’ll get us some more! None for you though, Kuro-chan. And definitely none for you, Inosuke. You just had an entire bowl, I’m not going to spoil you!” She laughed.

“Thank goodness for Nezuko-chan’s good sense!” Zenitsu cheered.

Inosuke watched longingly as the others crunched on their tempura. Zenitsu had shooed Kuro-chan back to the floor and it returned to eating its chicken. Which left Inosuke all by his lonesome with a bowl of plain rice.

“Here, have one of mine,” Tanjirou held out a tempura to him with his chopsticks. Inosuke accepted it with eagerness and devoured it.

Zenitsu shook his head and mumbled something about "two peas in a pod."

Hmm, what peas? There’s only tempura, and most of it is in his belly. Heh. If the dumb cat thought it could outwit him and steal all his favourite things, it was wrong, very wrong.

A few weeks passed and winter thawed, along with Inosuke’s disdain for Kuro-chan. They still weren’t friends, but they were at least able to coexist in peace without further bloodshed. After careful observation, Inosuke was satisfied that the cat posed no threat to his status as boss of the household. No matter what it did, he would always outshine it and have Tanjirou's full attention and affection.

The Wisteria Garden closed for one day each week so they could have a well-deserved rest. Today was one of those days. Despite not having to open the eatery, they still went back on these rest days to feed Kuro-chan, taking turns with Zenitsu and Nezuko.

It became even more important for them to check on Kuro-chan after they learned that wisteria was toxic to cats. They found out the hard way after Kuro-chan had diarrhoea from rolling around in a pile of wisteria petals and presumably eating some. Tanjirou had considered bringing Kuro-chan back to their house in the mountains. Inosuke angsted over how to get him to drop the idea. How was he going to do lovey-dovey things with Tanjirou at home if he had to watch his back for the cat all the time? Thankfully, they all agreed it would be stressful for Kuro-chan to move when it had settled down so well at the eatery. So they fenced off the area around the Wisteria trees to keep Kuro-chan from getting near. But they still had to sweep the garden daily to keep the ground free of wisteria petals and seeds.

Inosuke found all this an absolute hassle. Animals were supposed to have survival instincts. Especially considering that Kuro-chan had grown up in the wild and did fine before it fell into the river. But Tanjirou said that once an animal was domesticated, it wouldn’t be able to survive on its own outside. It was their responsibility to care for it for life. This was precisely why Kanao adopted all their fallen comrades' animal companions and let them roam the spacious grounds of the Butterfly Mansion.

Inosuke was appalled by the idea of spending the rest of his life with the wretched cat. He willed himself to stop thinking about it and focus on the present. After all, he was cuddling with his favourite underling on a bench in a beautiful garden where wisteria bloomed in any season, on a quiet and tranquil afternoon. Say, maybe this would be a good time to…

“Meow!”

Arrgh. And his least favourite underling had turned up, ruining the mood completely. Kuro-chan sidled up to Tanjirou and rubbed its body against his leg as usual. Then, it headbutted Inosuke hard on his shin.

“Ow! What does the dumb cat want now?” Inosuke rubbed his shin in indignation. The cat went to his other leg and headbutted him on his other shin.

“Hey!” Inosuke shook a fist at it. Tanjirou looped his arm around Inosuke’s to stop him.

“When cats headbutt, it’s an act of affection. Kuro-chan must want your attention because you’ve been ignoring him. Cats have excellent memories and he has always been grateful that you saved his life, Inosuke!”

Kuro-chan continued to press its head against his knee. The cat's head movements were persistent, as if it was determined to get Inosuke's attention. Even through the fabric of his pants, Inosuke could feel the heat from the cat’s soft, furry body. He was surprised to find it pleasant and soothing, and a warm and fuzzy sensation soon spread through his body. He felt his previous anger and resentment at the cat melting away. He could sort of understand why his friends were fascinated by it. The cat was kind of cute.

"You can give him some chin scratches! He looks like he wants some!" Tanjirou suggested as he watched Kuro-chan rub its chin against Inosuke's leg.

"Nah. I'll let the silly cat grovel at my feet as punishment." The cat had been a rude little shit. If he forgave it so easily, how could he keep his underlings in line?

Tanjirou laughed. "Cats won't do that. They're too proud. Besides, look at his sweet little face. Can you bear to ignore him?"

As if to prove Tanjirou right, Kuro-chan promptly went over to Tanjirou and nuzzled its head against his knee. Inosuke felt a twinge of annoyance at the sudden loss of warmth and weight against his own leg.

Tanjirou bent over to scratch Kuro-chan's chin. "Are you unhappy that Inosuke's ignoring you? That's okay, I'll give you all the scritches you want,” he said in a sing-song voice that he usually reserved for interacting with very young children.

In a sudden movement, Kuro-chan leapt onto Tanjirou’s lap. This was apparently a new development, because Tanjirou let out an uncharacteristic squeal of joy. “Did you see that, Inosuke! He jumped on my lap!”

Tanjirou began to give the cat harder scritches around its ears, his eyes crinkling with delight as he called it a “good boy”. The cat purred and nuzzled Tanjirou’s chest, basking in the attention. Inosuke took a deep breath and shut his eyes, resisting the urge to scream and wring the furry little neck. The cat would eventually have enough and leave on its own accord, he reminded himself. There's no need to blow up and get into a brawl with the cat.

It’s not like he was afraid of getting scratched, really. He’s tough and strong and the stupid cat’s tiny claws would never do any meaningful damage to him. But Tanjirou was always so uptight about his injuries, no matter how insignificant they were. As a good boss, he mustn’t make his favourite underling worry about him.

Several torturous minutes passed, and Inosuke could still sense the cat's presence next to him. Why was it taking so long? He opened his eyes. The cat had settled down in Tanjirou's lap, its eyes closed, its little head leaning against Tanjirou's chest, and its neck vibrating with purrs.

Noticing Inosuke's gaze, Tanjirou held up a finger to his own lips. “He’s asleep. Let’s not wake him up,” he whispered. Inosuke felt his frustration building again. Kuro-chan took long naps. Surely Tanjirou wasn’t planning to sit here for as long as it stayed asleep? Even without attacking him, the cat was ruining their date. He briefly considered ignoring Tanjirou’s request. But the side of him that wanted to prove himself as the best boss and boyfriend won over, and he held his tongue and nodded stiffly.

“Thank you, Inosuke,” Tanjirou whispered. He placed a hand on Inosuke's head and ruffled his hair. Inosuke felt a surge of warmth and contentment from the head pet, like he could float away with happiness. He had the sudden urge to get up and run as fast as he could to expend that sugar rush.

“Going for a run,” Inosuke gestured. Tanjirou nodded with an encouraging smile.

With a level of stealth he didn't usually use, he darted off until he was sure he was out of earshot. Then, letting out a roar, he ran wild, charging around like a wild boar. He relished the sensation of the wind rushing past him and his feet pounding hard on the ground. And above all, he left his resentment and annoyance in the snowy trail of footsteps behind him.

Inosuke was in high spirits when he returned. Even Kuro-chan looked positively cute, curled up and still sound asleep in Tanjirou’s lap. Tanjirou sat still as a statue, as if he feared that the slightest movement would disturb the sleeping cat. Inosuke felt a strong urge to tease or tickle him. But as he leaned in closer, he realized that Tanjirou was nodding off, and his head was drooping to the side. Without hesitation, Inosuke sat down next to Tanjirou, who dozed off on his shoulder.

Tanjirou must be so exhausted to be able to fall asleep while sitting upright, Inosuke thought. He always worked so hard, but he remained cheerful and upbeat, unlike Zenitsu, or even himself. Inosuke couldn’t help but secretly admire his lover once again. It was difficult to resist the urge to fidget, but he didn't want to wake Tanjirou up. So, he tried to stay focused while practicing Total Concentration Breathing. Before long, his eyelids felt heavy, and he too was lulled to sleep by the soothing melody of Kuro-chan’s purring merged with Tanjirou’s calming, even breathing.

A movement beside him jolted him awake. He opened his eyes to find that he was resting against Tanjirou’s shoulder. Some time must have passed because the sky was darker than he last remembered. He heard Tanjirou’s voice, tinged with a slight panic.

“Don’t, Kuro-chan! You’ll be in trouble if you swallow it.”

Kuro-chan had one of Tanjirou’s shirt buttons between its teeth and it was tugging at it. Tanjirou had a hand on its scruff and another hand on its head, trying to push it away.

Inosuke couldn't believe it. He’d let down his guard and fallen asleep. And the wretched cat had taken advantage of this opportunity to make a move on his favourite underling! A surge of fury rose within him. Undoing Tanjirou’s shirt buttons is his privilege!

“Stupid animal, I'll show you who's boss!”

Inosuke grabbed Tanjirou and pulled him into his own lap, hugging him possessively. The sudden movement startled Kuro-chan. It hissed and leapt off, its fur standing on end and its tail bushy. Tanjirou let out a gasp of surprise. He held out his arm, wincing slightly.

Inosuke's heart raced as he saw the ripped sleeve of Tanjirou's shirt. There was a slight tinge of red against the jagged edges of the fabric. The cat had scratched Tanjirou. Why did it do that? Didn't Nezuko say that Tanjirou was its favourite human?

“Don’t worry, Inosuke, the scratches are shallow. I just have to wash it.” Tanjirou climbed out of his lap and got to his feet.

“Stay put!” Inosuke commanded as he jumped to his feet. “Sit down and don’t move! I’ll be back soon!”

“I didn’t injure my legs!” Inosuke heard Tanjirou call out to him. But he was already running as fast as his legs could carry him to retrieve the first-aid kit.

When Inosuke returned, Tanjirou had removed his haori and rolled up his shirt sleeve, exposing the injury. With two layers of fabric as protective shields, the scratches were nowhere as severe as any that Inosuke had ever sustained. But his heart ached more for Tanjirou than for himself, especially knowing that he was partly responsible for it. Tanjirou thanked him for bringing the first aid kit, and proceeded to tend to the scratches. Inosuke wished he could help. But he was clumsy and rough and would cause him more pain, so he sat awkwardly beside him, wishing that he could be more useful.

Tanjirou disinfected the scratches and patted the wound dry. He decided not to bandage it as the bleeding had stopped and there wasn't much of an open wound. The skin around the scratches was pink and swollen. Inosuke knew, from personal experience, that it would take a few days for the swelling to go down.

“See, almost as good as new,” Tanjirou said as he smiled at Inosuke. “Your scratches were much worse than mine and they recovered quickly enough. Mine will be gone in a day or two.”

Inosuke tried to apologise. But that was a feat that made him tongue-tied. Instead, he blurted out, “I’ll pluck off all that stupid cat’s fur and turn it into cat soup!”

Tanjirou knitted his brows. “Please don’t do that. He was just scared. I’m fine, this is nothing.”

“That’s still no excuse to hurt you!” Inosuke said.

“He didn’t do it on purpose,” Tanjirou said. “He didn’t know any other way of defending himself. We are strong, so it’s our responsibility to care for the weak and vulnerable. That’s why you saved Kuro-chan in the first place, isn’t it? And that’s why we tried so hard to save him, because you brought him home.”

Oh. It all made sense now, the way they tried so hard to save it, Tanjirou asking him to name it, and then trying to help them to bond. All because they thought he wanted the cat.

It was his fault. There was no denying it. He had brought the wretched cat home. On several occasions, he tried to analyse his motivations for doing such a dumb and senseless thing. In the wild, animals rarely invited strange animals back to their territory. Those who were not part of the pack were deemed as threats and competitors. But Inosuke never imagined that a small cat could pose a threat. It had looked so tiny, helpless, alone and cold, shivering from head to toe and mewling pitifully when he pulled it out of the river.

That's right. He must have brought the cat home out of pity. He knew the pains of growing up as an orphan and he sympathised with the little runt. At least he had his boar mum and family.

Inosuke was never one to dwell on things like motivations and reasons. He liked doing whatever felt good to him, and his senses were usually right. But Kuro-chan had been such a huge source of annoyance that he wondered if his senses were broken that fateful day. Why did such a small creature turn out to be so difficult? As if hurting him wasn’t enough, it had now gone on to hurt his favourite person in the world.

“Inosuke, don’t regret what you did," Tanjirou said in a gentle voice, as though he had read Inosuke's mind. "We are all proud of you for rescuing Kuro-chan and bringing him into our home. He’s a bright spark and we like having him around. But you, Inosuke, are the shining star in our lives. You mean everything to us, especially to me. How could I prefer a cat over you? There is simply no comparison.”

Inosuke felt engulfed in warm and fuzzy feelings, as though he was being wrapped in a blanket on that winter afternoon. He also felt silly and guilty for letting his recklessness get the better of him again. Tanjirou valued him more than his own life. He knew that since that time Tanjirou took a stab for him from that sneaky train conductor. And here he was, vying with a cat for his attention, and hurting him in the process. The scratch wounds must still sting. Yet Tanjirou was ignoring his own discomfort and doing his best to console him.

“Isn’t there anything I can do for your injury?” he asked, staring at his own feet.

“Hmm… you can kiss it better.”

“Huh?” Inosuke jerked his head up. He had never heard about wounds being kissed better. Licked, maybe, but kiss? He gingerly lifted Tanjirou’s arm and examined the scratches, unsure of how to proceed.

“No, silly, kiss here.” Tanjirou pointed at his own mouth.

“Oh! Of course, I can kiss you better!” Inosuke said, cheering up. “I’ll kiss you so good you’ll forget all the pain! You can count on me for that!”

I know,” Tanjirou beamed, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Inosuke was about to lean in and kiss him, but a thought sprang to his mind.

“Wait!” He ran to the middle of the garden and scanned the area for potential disruptors with his “Spatial Awareness” breathing technique. Satisfied with his findings, he ran back to Tanjirou. “Nobody and no cat around!”

He grabbed Tanjirou’s hand and pulled him behind a broad tree trunk, pressing him up against the rough bark. Tanjirou gave him a bashful smile, but didn’t resist him. He wrapped his arms around Inosuke’s neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

The next day, Inosuke sat cross-legged on the floor beside Kuro-chan, deboning a fish. He placed the fish meat inside Kuro-chan’s food bowl and said, “You’re weak and vulnerable. That’s why someone strong like me has to look after you. But if you hurt Tanjirou again, I’ll debone you like this fish.”

Kuro-chan didn’t seem bothered by the supposed insult or threat. He lapped up his tribute from his new human servant.

Next story in the series: The Height of Friendship

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Author's Notes: Thanks for reading! I really relished this opportunity to write about my favourite ship and my favourite subject - cats. I hope I managed to convey the realities of interacting with cats, especially ferals/strays. These animals lead rough lives in the harsh outdoors and can be defensive and suspicious for the sake of self-preservation. But if treated with kindness, they can become loyal and loving companions. This theme is very reminiscent of Inosuke's upbringing, so I felt it was fitting to incorporate it into his POV. Kuro-chan biting Tanjirou's buttons was inspired by my own cat biting the buttons on my clothes. Cats love small, dangly protruding things and my clothes have lace and buttons which my cat likes to play with when sitting on my lap. It's dangerous for them to swallow any sort of foreign object though, so they should never be allowed unsupervised near these ingestible things. And yes, Wisteria is poisonous to cats and dogs. I only just found this out. Yay! Fanfic is such a productive hobby that expands one's horizons :D Also, cue panic while I attempt damage control right before I upload the chapter. I tried to write this as realistically as I could with the era in mind. In the 1910-1920s, the concept of pets as family was probably an alien concept. But I believe Tanjirou and fam would treat a cat with as much kindness as they could. I hope my little story serves as a reminder to everyone to be kind to animals, especially homeless animals, and to be more patient and understanding if they act out. A shout-out of respect to everyone who opens their homes or hearts to rescue animals and strays! It is never easy, but it is extremely rewarding! Tanjirou might think the same about Inosuke ;).

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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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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wormysquirmee · 10 months

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Hear me out. Inotan Avatar au.

It’d be based off of The Way of Water because family, fighting, just the dynamic of them all.

Tanjirou Kamado is Jake Sully

Inosuke Hashibira is Neytiri

Fan kids of course, ya’ll can help me out with some names but I do have an idea for Neteyam

‘Keisuke’ which means save— which is ironic because neteyam dies 💀

But yes, give me some ideas on how to work with this, might possibly write a fic for it! 👍

#inotan #inosuke x tanjirou #demon slayer #kimetsu anime #kimetsu no yaiba #avatar #the way of water #kny #fanfiction #inotan fan kids cause we need more of them #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashibira

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gyutaros-toes · 1 year

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I'm just gonna dump a small shitpost that I have mustered up in my brain due to a sudden dose of motivation...

Inosuke doesn't understand a lot of basic human gestures so Tanjiro has to be with him when he goes out. One of the things Inosuke doesn't understand is money. When he goes out Tanjiro carries the cash and when they go up to fruit stalls Ino tries to steal. Many times Tanjiro's eye has not been quick enough and Inosuke has successfully stolen an extra piece of fruit or whatever they're buying.

Enjoy inotan lovers

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime #fanfiction #writing #inotan

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lupines-slash-recs · 2 years

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Rec: Fuwafuwa by Esselle

Title: Fuwafuwa Author: Esselle Canon: Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Pairing: Inosuke Hashibira/Tanjirou Kamado Rating: Teen [PG] Word Count: 10,305 Summary: Inosuke likes it when people tell him he’s great at things, because it’s true, and they should all

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wildflowersolitude · 2 years

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Chapter 9 is here!!! finally starting to work on this bad boy again

*evil cackling*

#demon slayer #Kimetsu no Yaiba #KNY #sanemi shinaguzawa #giyuu tomioka #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashiriba #sanegiyuu #inotan #AO3 Works #archive of our own #fanfiction

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 6 months

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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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charjararts · 4 years

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hashibira Inosuke/Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko/Tsuyuri Kanao, Hashibira Inosuke & Kamado Nezuko Characters: Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Tsuyuri Kanao, Hashibira Inosuke, Agatsuma Zenitsu Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Mute Nezuko, Inosuke and Nezuko don't approve Kanao and Tanjiro dating, Implied TanjiroxKanao, Implied unrequired love, Yeah I know it's a rather vague tag but it is what it is, Gay Bonding, Relationship prevention friendship, Zenitsu doesn't know what's going on, Kanao is dense af, But like really dense, Tanjiro is a bi mess, Nezuko is a gay mess, Inosuke is a gay mess, hurt (feeling wise), Or is that what you call some angst?, Idk tbh you tell me, fluff ending Summary:

'What are your thoughts on my brother and Kanao?'

'I don't like it.'

'Me neither.'

Nezuko and Inosuke try to prevent Tanjiro and Kanao from getting a relationship.

I wrote a new fic, again

#inotan #inotan fanfic #nezuko x kanao #inosuke x tanjirou #demon slayer fanfic #inotan fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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beccabread · 4 years

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Tanjirou Kamado has been having dreams about emerald eyes in the woods, flashes of dark blue fur, and quiet breathing. He doesn’t know why, but they have been there everyday for the past few months and he’s mesmerized. When a wounded, massive wolf appears in his bedroom one night, Tanjirou recognizes those beautiful emerald eyes and knows he has to help him, however he can.

#inotan #inotan fics #inotan fanfiction #inotan fluff #kny #inosuke x tanjirou #fluff #my fanfiction #my fanfics #prompt: animal/animalistic #the nezukult fic off #nezukult fic off #nezukult

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catladywriter · 3 months

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Inotan Fanfic: Pet the Cat - Chapter 2

Just a Cat

Main Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Secondary Pairing: ZenNezu (Zenitsu x Nezuko)

Setting: Canon AU, 2 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: 11,200+ across 3 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3

Status: Complete. 3rd story in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

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The following afternoon, Inosuke and Tanjirou were taking a stroll through the garden when Kuro-chan emerged from beneath a thick bush. The cat let out a contented yawn and stretched its body. Then it bounded over to Tanjirou and rubbed its head against his leg.

"Watch this," Tanjirou said. He knelt down beside Kuro-chan and reached out to pet the feline. His hand moved slowly and carefully over the cat's fur. Kuro-chan leaned into the touch, its eyes closing in pleasure. As Tanjirou continued to pet the cat, its purrs grew louder and more enthusiastic.

Inosuke was surprised to feel soothed by the scene before him, a picture of calm and peace. The cat clearly enjoyed being petted, but even Tanjirou wore a tangible expression of contentment on his face. Inosuke had never seen him look so relaxed in a while. Running an eatery was a hectic endeavour that kept him busy day in and out.

The cat gave Tanjirou’s hand a final nuzzle and then moved away, tail twitching. Inosuke moved forward, eager to commit what he had observed to practice, but Tanjirou stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"His tail was twitching, and he moved away," Tanjirou explained. "That means he's had enough. Any more and he'll get stressed and upset. You'll have to try later."

"Huh?! Cats are so troublesome!" Inosuke exclaimed.

Tanjirou laughed. "Well, they can be quite fussy, but I think it's because they're very principled. And that's a good thing! You just have to be a bit more patient with them."

Inosuke felt put out. He’d thought that as the King of Mountains, he would have his new feline underling eating out of his hand in no time. Tanjrou must have registered his disappointment, because he said, “You can try on me first to get the hang of it! Then you’ll be ready the next time you see Kuro-chan.”

"Try on you?" Inosuke repeated, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Petting cats is like giving head pets," Tanjirou explained. "You have to be gentle and stroke in the right direction so you don't mess up the hair. Here, I'll show you."

Tanjirou reached out and gently patted Inosuke on the head. His hand moved in a slow and soothing motion, as he demonstrated the correct technique. "It's important to pay attention to their body language and to make sure they're enjoying the experience," he continued. "But when you get it right, it's a beautiful experience - for both you and the cat."

Inosuke closed his eyes in contentment. He enjoyed the warmth and affection emanating from Tanjirou's hand. Now, why had he never thought of asking Tanjirou for head pats? No wonder Nezuko liked getting head pats from her brother.

"I know what you mean," he said, thinking more about what a beautiful experience it was for himself, really, than for the cat.

All too soon, Tanjirou stopped, and Inosuke opened his eyes. He couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that it was over so soon.

“So, that’s that. Now you try it on me!” Tanjirou pointed to his own head.

Inosuke placed his palm on Tanjirou's head with eagerness, feeling his heart race. He couldn't wait to give him warm and fuzzy feelings too.

"Oh! Your hair feels soft and nice!" he exclaimed, running his fingers through Tanjirou's fringe. He had touched Tanjirou's hair before, when they hugged or kissed, but he had never run his fingers through it the way he did now. The silky strands were like nothing he had ever felt before.

Tanjirou had been growing out his hair over the past year, and it was now long enough to be pulled back in a high ponytail. Without thinking, Inosuke reached out and grabbed Tanjirou's ponytail. He admired the fine and delicate strands between his fingers. They were such a pretty shade of maroon, and looked especially brilliant against the sunrays on that bright winter afternoon.

"Thanks for the compliment, but please don't grab my hair like that," Tanjirou winced.

Inosuke let go of Tanjirou's ponytail, but he proceeded to ruffle Tanjirou's fringe with both hands, a huge grin spreading across his face.

"Cut it out, Inosuke," Tanjirou said, trying to pull away. "You're supposed to learn how to pet Kuro-chan. He'll scratch you if you mess with his fur like this!"

But Inosuke just laughed. "I don't care about that dumb cat. Petting you is way more fun."

Tanjirou sighed and gave up trying to escape. He closed his eyes and let Inosuke continue to play with his hair.

“Poor Tanjirou,” Zenitsu remarked to a giggling Nezuko as the pair of them walked past. “He’ll become prematurely bald at this rate.”

The next day, while they were washing up in the kitchen, Kuro-chan appeared out of nowhere and sidled up against Tanjirou's leg. Inosuke reached for it, but Tanjirou held him back again.

“If you pet Kuro-chan the way you grabbed my hair yesterday, you’re going to get scratched again. Pay attention and see how I do it.”

“How am I going to recruit Kuro-chan as my underling if I’m only allowed to watch?” Inosuke complained.

Tanjirou furrowed his eyebrows and tapped his chin contemplatively. Then he nodded and said, “This is what we’ll do. I’ll pet Kuro-chan, and you place your hand on top of mine and feel for yourself the strength and motion I use. Don’t make sudden movements or you’ll scare him. I’ll remove my hand after a little while and you can continue to pet him if he allows it.”

Inosuke nodded eagerly. Tanjirou knelt down and proceeded to explain the same thing to Kuro-chan. Kuro-chan just stared back at him with its gold-green eyes.

Tanjirou placed his hand on Kuro-chan’s neck and petted it. When Kuro-chan started purring, he motioned for Inosuke to follow. Inosuke knelt down beside him and placed his hand on top of Tanjirou’s. He felt the gentle pressure and strokes that Tanjirou used. He could feel Kuro-chan's purrs vibrating through his hand and it was a pleasant sensation. But all too soon, he was distracted by the feeling of Tanjirou’s skin against his own. Reflexively, Inosuke slid his fingers through the gaps between Tanjirou’s fingers and squeezed his palm. No matter how often he held his hand, it made his heart race with delight.

Tanjirou turned to look at him, his eyes widened in surprise. Then he beamed a broad and cheerful grin, his face radiant with warmth and joy. Inosuke felt his pulse quicken as Tanjirou’s fingers closed over his own.

“Are you learning to pet the cat or flirting with each other?” Zenitsu’s annoying voice cut through the air.

Kuro-chan seemed to agree with Zenitsu that they were doing a non-existent job of petting it. It emitted a loud, grumpy meow. Tanjirou pulled his hand away as the cat dashed off, its tail brushing past their hands.

As the days passed, Inosuke's interest in petting Kuro-chan waned. He had managed to touch the cat a couple of times for a few seconds. But the smooth, soft fur didn't quite compare to the sensation of running his fingers through Tanjirou's hair or touching his hands. Best of all, he could touch Tanjirou anytime he wanted without having to wait for him to be in the mood or worrying about getting clawed. However, Tanjirou seemed determined to help them bond. He carried a bag of fish flakes with him and showered Kuro-chan with praise and treats whenever the cat stuck around long enough for Inosuke to pet it.

Inosuke couldn’t help feeling resentful. He couldn't shake off the suspicion that this was a scam orchestrated by the scheming cat. How can it be that only Kuro-chan got rewards and praise when it was petted? Wasn’t the whole endeavour supposed to be about him learning to pet the cat? Shouldn’t he be the one receiving praise and treats from Tanjirou instead?

They were closing their eatery for the day when Kuro-chan strolled into the kitchen. As they both squatted down in front of the cat, it stayed still for a short while and allowed Inosuke to pet its head and its neck. Then it went to rub its cheek against Tanjirou’s knee.

“Ten seconds! That’s longer than yesterday!” Tanjirou announced happily. “Good boy!” He petted Kuro-chan all over. Inosuke felt a pang of annoyance. He had to bribe the cat with treats to allow him to pet it for mere seconds, and only on the head and neck. Meanwhile, it allowed Tanjirou to pet it freely, and did not seem in a rush to move away. He’s the King of Mountains. The dumb cat should feel honoured that he's giving it any attention. Why would the dumb cat prefer his underling?

“Why don’t you want this, Kuro-chan? Isn’t this your favourite?” Tanjirou held out a handful of fish flakes to Kuro-chan. But the cat turned its nose up at his offering. Instead, it went to rub its chin against his other knee.

“Oh nii-chan , there you are!” Nezuko came into the kitchen. “I was looking for the fish flakes. Kuro-chan doesn’t like those. I was going to see if Chuntarou and the crows want it.”

“But I’ve been giving these to Kuro-chan for the past few days and he eats them,” Tanjirou said, looking perplexed.

“I used tuna to make the fish flakes for the past few days. Today, I used mackerel and he doesn’t seem to like it,” Nezuko explained, shaking her head.

“Tuna and mackerel, aren’t they all the same?” Inosuke said incredulously.

“Apparently not,” Nezuko chuckled as she took the bag of mackerel flakes from Tanjirou. “Kuro-chan’s getting pickier about food.”

Tanjirou turned his attention back to the cat. “You came to me despite knowing that I didn’t have the treats you wanted? How sweet!”

The cat purred and rubbed its cheek enthusiastically against Tanjirou’s hand.

“Awww!” Nezuko gushed. “He doesn’t even do that to me although I feed him! Looks like Kuro-chan has chosen you as his favourite human! Or rather, favourite underling! Did I use the word correctly, Inosuke?” Nezuko beamed at him, looking very pleased with herself.

Inosuke, however, was less than pleased.

“This makes no sense at all! How can a tiny creature have an underling so much bigger than it?”

“No, I think she’s right,” Tanjirou said. “Yushirou-san said that cats think the world of themselves and they’re good at making humans do their bidding. He sometimes refers to himself as Chachamaru’s slave.”

Inosuke was definitely unhappy now. Tanjirou is his favourite underling. What kind of respectable boss steals other people’s underlings?

He’s always known Tanjirou to have an attractive disposition. Most people were eventually drawn to him, even if they disliked him at first. What he didn’t expect was that this disposition extended to cats too. At least people were less shameless. All he had to do was follow Tanjirou around and hold his hand to make potential rivals back off. Maybe throw in a few purposeful glares for those who got too close. But this cat had zero shame in encroaching on his territory. And Tanjirou was doing nothing to discourage it.

Before he knew it, he was yelling at the top of his voice, “Stupid Monjirou!! Who said you could be someone else’s underling!! You’re my underling number one and you only answer to me!!”

Kuro-chan dashed away into the shadows and Tanjirou looked startled. “Eh? But Kuro-chan’s just a cat.”

“Idiot Gompachirou!! Why are you paying so much attention to just a cat!! You should focus on me!! I’m your lover!!” He pinched and pulled at Tanjirou’s cheeks.

“Oops, looks like I said the wrong thing!” Nezuko said, looking apologetic.

“Don’t worry, Nezuko-chan,” Zenitsu said snidely as he came in with a stack of dirty dishes. “It’s just a dumb lover’s tiff.”

“I’m sorry, Inosuke!” Tanjirou cried. “You have my full attention now!”

“Hmmph!” Inosuke let go of his cheeks and stood up. Still feeling irritated, he folded his arms across his chest.

“Don’t be cross with me,” Tanjirou said, rubbing his cheeks where he had been pinched. “I, uhh… didn’t realise you were upset over Kuro-chan.”

“I don’t care about the dumb cat,” Inosuke snapped. “But if you want me to stop being cross with you, give me a kiss.”

"A kiss? Here?" Tanjirou looked nervously at their audience. Nezuko and Zenitsu had sat down around the dining table. Zenitsu eyed them warily, while Nezuko looked at them with a hint of pink on her cheeks, her eyes shining with intrigue.

"This isn't appropriate, Inosuke," Tanjirou said, blushing. "You know how I feel about public displays of affection."

"What's the big deal? You're happy to pet that damn cat but you won't even kiss me?"

“But kissing is different! Besides, Kuro-chan is just a cat!” Tanjirou protested.

“If Kuro-chan is just a cat, why do you keep petting him?”

“It’s precisely because Kuro-chan is just a cat, that it’s fine for me to pet him.”

Inosuke couldn't help but think, “Why can’t you pet me instead?” But he didn’t want to sound like he was fighting for attention with a cat, so he circled back to, “But why do you want to pet him if he’s just a cat?!”

“Zenitsu, let’s give them some privacy, shall we?” Nezuko suggested.

“No! I barely sat down. Besides, it's the first time I see a human, sorry, an idiot wild boar, being jealous of a cat, and I kind of want to see how it pans out,” Zenitsu said with a smirk.

Inosuke's anger boiled over, as he turned to glare at Zenitsu, who was now sporting a punchable-looking face. “I am not jealous of a cat! And who are you calling an idiot wild boar?”

“I didn’t mention any names!” Zenitsu squeaked, as Inosuke stormed over to him.

"Wait, Inosuke!" Tanjirou reached out and pulled Inosuke towards him. He cupped Inosuke's face in his hands and pressed his lips to Inosuke's in a gentle, loving kiss. Inosuke felt the anger that had been building inside him dissipate, replaced with warm, fuzzy feelings that spread throughout his body.

"That's more like it," Inosuke murmured when the kiss ended. He wrapped his arm around Tanjirou's waist, pulling him close and giving him a possessive squeeze. "You're mine, and I don't like sharing. Don't make me have to say this again."

"Of course," Tanjirou replied. He wrapped his arms around Inosuke and leaned in close, beaming at him with a look of pure adoration and affection. "You're mine too, and I wouldn't want to share you with anyone else."

Zenitsu crossed his arms and rubbed the sides of his arms vigorously. "You both are disgustingly sappy and shameless. I'm leaving before I die from secondhand embarrassment."

Nezuko laughed and walked out after him, shaking her head in amusement. "I hinted that we should have left earlier, didn't I?"

"Sorry about that!" Tanjirou said, his face a warm shade of pink.

"No problem!" Nezuko called back with a grin. "Lock up the eatery and don't forget to fill Kuro-chan's water bowl!"

After they left, Tanjirou said, “You see, this is what happens when you turn people off with public displays of affection. Now we have to close the eatery ourselves.”

Inosuke didn’t think it was such a bad thing. He had put the dumb cat in its place, shut down any possibility of it stealing his favourite underling, and scored a kiss out of it. It was a complete win in his opinion.

His victorious mood was interrupted by a loud and pitiful meow. The wretched cat was back, and it rubbed its head vigorously against Tanjirou’s shin.

“Ah… Inosuke, don’t mind if I pet Kuro-chan? He's frightened and needs comforting. Please?”

Inosuke glared at the cat, and then at Tanjirou. He could never refuse when Tanjirou asked like this, with a hint of a pout on his lips and a glint of hopefulness in his eyes. Besides, Tanjirou always looked so happy petting the cat.

“Very well! Permission granted! But just for five seconds!”

“Thank you Inosuke! You’re the best!”

More than five seconds had passed and Tanjirou was still petting the cat, a contented smile on his face. Inosuke found it hard to interrupt the moment. He figured he could use this to his advantage later. Like demand for more tempura. Or more kisses. Or both.

He looked around, trying to find something to keep himself occupied. If he got a head start, they could finish up earlier. And then they could sneak into an alleyway and enjoy some lovey-dovey moments together. Tanjirou was always hesitant to kiss in the alleyway. He was always worried that someone would walk in on them. But it would be so late at night and their town was quiet and sleepy. Who would be up and about?

He gazed around the empty kitchen, taking in the silence that enveloped the space. The dining area of the eatery was dim as Nezuko and Zenitsu had put out most of the lanterns on their way out. It was so quiet and peaceful that he could hear the gentle ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of Kuro-chan’s purring. Suddenly, it occurred to him. Why would they have to sneak into an alleyway when they were alone now?

Tanjirou had finally finished petting the cat. He stood up and stretched himself. Inosuke sprinted to him, his heart pounding with excitement. He wrapped his arms tightly around Tanjirou's waist, pulling him close and relishing the feeling of their bodies pressed together. He pressed his lips against his neck, taking in the comforting scent of his lover. He may not have Tanjirou’s keen sense of smell, but he had grown so accustomed to Tanjirou's scent that he could pick it out from a mile away. Along with his comforting scent, Tanjirou also carried the aroma of all the delicious comfort food he cooked at the Wisteria Garden, including Inosuke's favourite tempura. He would eat him up if he could.

Inosuke slid his hand beneath Tanjirou's haori and found the familiar cotton material of his shirt. He cursed the existence of shirts and wondered why Tanjirou bothered wearing one. It always got in the way. He tugged at the shirt, trying to free it from the hakama belt that held it in place.

"Inosuke..." Tanjirou murmured, gently pushing against his chest.

"Hmm?" Inosuke responded. His grip on Tanjirou's waist tightened as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against Tanjirou's neck. He could feel the heat radiating off of Tanjirou's skin and it only made him want to hold him closer.

"Don't," Tanjirou whispered, trying to pull away.

Inosuke's gaze met Tanjirou's. He could see desire written all over Tanjirou's flushed face. He didn’t look like he really wanted him to stop. So why was he asking him to?

"Why? We're alone," Inosuke asked, his voice rough with desire.

"We're not alone," Tanjirou reminded him, his gaze flicking over to the cat that was perched on the kitchen counter, watching them intently. "Kuro-chan is here."

Inosuke glanced over. Kuro-chan's gaze burned into him, making him feel uneasy. But he was not going to let a mere cat get between him and Tanjirou again.

"So what? It's just a cat. You said so yourself." Inosuke leaned in to claim Tanjirou's lips.

But Tanjirou pushed against him harder, breaking their kiss. "Not here. I'm serious," he gasped.

Inosuke felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Tanjirou had agreed to let him take the lead when it came to doing lovey-dovey things since he was so bad at it. But ever since Nezuko stumbled upon them in the middle of an intimate moment, Tanjirou had been hesitant to kiss him unless they were completely alone at home. This was a tall order since Nezuko and Zenitsu were almost always at home. Being busy with the eatery left them with little time and energy to date. He really didn’t get it. Nezuko wasn’t mad about it, and she wasn’t even here now.

He pushed Tanjirou against the kitchen counter, his body pressing against his. "Why not? Give me a good reason or we're not going home tonight," he said, his voice low and demanding.

Tanjirou took a deep breath and stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment. "B-because I'll think of you when I'm cooking. And I'll confuse the salt and sugar, and mess up the customers' orders again.”

Inosuke's heart pounded as he leaned in closer to Tanjirou, his body igniting with desire. Tanjirou always remained composed and focused, even through the most challenging of circumstances. It filled him with pride to know that he could distract Tanjirou and fill his mind with images of him all day just by kissing him here.

"And that's exactly why I'm going to kiss you right here, right now," Inosuke declared, his eyes locked onto Tanjirou's. He could see the conflicting emotions in his lover's gaze, the struggle between his own desire and the knowledge that this might not be the most appropriate time or place. But Inosuke couldn't bring himself to care about that, not when all he could think about was the way Tanjirou's lips would feel against his own.

With a soft sigh, Tanjirou lowered his hands from Inosuke's chest, where he had been pushing him away. Instead, he wrapped them around Inosuke's neck. Inosuke grinned as their lips connected. Hashibira Inosuke, King of Mountains, had triumphed yet again.

A sudden impact on his back, followed by a familiar sharp pain, made him leap backwards with a yell.

“What’s wrong?” Tanjirou demanded, concern etched on his face.

“It’s the dumb cat!!" Inosuke bellowed. "It jumped on my back and attacked me!!”

Tanjirou rushed over to take a look at his back.

“Oh no, the scratches are deep. You’d better sit down so I can patch you up.”

Inosuke refused Tanjirou’s attempts to get him to sit down. He got down on all fours, searching wildly under the furniture for the miserable creature.

"Come out here, you cowardly sneak!! Get out here and fight me!!" he shouted.

Tanjirou knelt down beside him, trying to calm him down. "Don't yell like that," he said soothingly. "You'll only scare him into hiding. Get up and let me patch you up.

Inosuke shot him a glare. "The dumb cat attacked me because I was kissing you! It's jealous!"

Tanjirou shook his head. "That's silly. He's just a cat. He probably thought we were fighting and got upset. He meant no harm." He reached out and gently took Inosuke by the arm, trying to guide him to stand up.

But Inosuke was having none of it. He wrenched his arm free and continued to search the room, his eyes scanning every inch of space. Suddenly, he detected a swift movement near the cat flap, and he saw the end of a furry black tail vanish through it. "Bloody coward!" he growled and made a lunge for the door.

Tanjirou moved to intercept him, snaking an arm around his waist and hauling him back.

“That’s enough! You’re still bleeding! Come with me and sit down or I’m going to be angry!”

Tanjirou spoke in such a stern tone that Inosuke felt that he should comply for his own sake. But not before he had the last word. He squatted down and yelled in the direction of the cat flap, “If I see you again, I’ll rip your balls off!!!”

Chapter 3

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Author's notes: I had too much fun writing about Inosuke being jealous of a cat! Poor boy, will he ever stop getting bullied by Kuro-chan? We'll find out in the next chapter. There really is a difference between mackerel and tuna, at least, for my cats. There are a few particularly fussy cats who'd eat tuna variants but turn their noses up at mackerel variants of the same cat food product. It's very mystifying for me, but that's cats for you.

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Me, after comfort reading fics til 10 am bc I know my ships will never sail:

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Sweater Holders|| Tanjiro x Inosuke

Chapter Three, Chapter Five

Warnings: Aged-Up Characters, Alternate Universe Angst, Bottom!Inosuke, Breeding, College!Au, Cuddles, Douma, Fluff, Gae, Himbos, MDNI, Mental Comfort, Mutual Pining, Potential Gore, Top!Tanjiro, Virgin, Biting, Body Worship, Bottom, Eventual Smut, Friends to Lovers, if you know you know, Inotan, Teacher!Muzan, Slowburn, Smut, Tanjiro'S BigAssForehead, Top

Chapter Four

YKWIM? - Yot Club, this weird call i received last night - knonzzz

Inosuke's mind was a flurry of emotions. Since yesterday, he felt his heart beating a mile a minute. He had never felt like that before and found himself more distracted.

Inosuke tried to focus as he practiced his routine, his eyes locking onto the ornate red tapestry Tengen had hung up in the dance studio.

That red is nice, even if the vase is ugly, Inosuke thought as he turned.

"The color sorta looks like-"

Before he could finish his thought, he was cut off by his instructor Tengen Uzui making his grand entrance as he does every day.

"It is I, the God of Flashiness and Festivals! Tengen Uzui! Those were very flashy pirouettes, Inosuke. Are you excited for the upcoming showcase?"

"Yeah, sure," Inosuke replied before starting from the top.

Well, that's not his usual demeanor, Tengen thought. Tengen looked over to his wives, assistant instructors for the class, for any clue about what could be happening. They shrugged before walking away to ready themselves for when the rest of the class arrived.

Inosuke did his set slow, his body moving methodically to the beat of the music. His every movement felt less calculated as the music went on. He wasn't messing up any of the motions, but he wasn't putting in the same effort as the days before.

"Inosuke, can you come here for a moment," Tengen called, waving him over as the song died in the background.

"Yes,"

"Are you not feeling well today?" Tengen asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

"I'm good, "

"You sure? You can talk to me if you need, Inosuke." Tengen patted his back lightly.

"I'm fine, Uzui, sir, just thinking a lot." Inosuke shrugged slightly.

"You're thinking! That's a first," Makio joked aloud.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Inosuke scoffed at her, giving Makio a playful side-eye.

"Oh, nothing." Makio whistled and walked behind Tengen. Suma and Hinatsuru just shook their heads as they listened to the conversation.

"Whatever," Inosuke said, rolling his eyes.

"What have you been thinking about, Inosuke?" Hinatsuru voiced softly behind Inosuke.

"I'll tell you whenever I figure it out myself."

"So you've been thinking but don't know what about." Makio burst into laughter for a second before Hinatsuru hit her in the back of the head.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out, whatever it is," Suma called out to Inosuke.

Inosuke let out a short sigh as he listened to everyone talk. He could deal with what was distracting him later. He couldn't let this strange feeling affect his daily performance in class, or he wouldn't get anything done. He had bigger things to deal with, like the upcoming showcase.

"Why don't you do some stretches, and I'm going to set up the reps I have planned.

"Alright, sensei."

Inosuke walked back to his original area and began doing deep stretches. He grabbed his leg from behind and pulled it up slowly before letting go and doing the other leg. Taking a seat on the floor in a V-shape, he leaned forward between them, his face dusting the floor.

As the tension eased from his muscles, so did the unordinary thoughts in his mind. He could worry about what was making him feel strange later; right now, it was about perfecting his routine for the showcase.

Gradually the others came, and class started. They did their usual warm-ups and then transitioned to practicing their group routine for the showcase.

“That was very good, everyone, don’t forget to practice, and we don’t have class tomorrow,” Tengen said, voice projecting loudly across the room.

“Make sure to get some rest, everyone,” Hinatsuru yelled out to the class as they walked outside the dance room.

Inosuke grabbed his bag out of the cubbies and slumped against the wall. Swiftly reaching around to the deep canvas pockets, he pulled out his water and chugged half the bottle down.

“Hey, I noticed you seem a little spacey today; everything okay?” Inosuke looked up to see one of his classmates, Koyuki Soyama.

“I’m fine, Soyama, just thinking,” Inosuke said, looking down into his lap.

Koyuki sat beside him, the thin layer of sweat glistening on her pale forehead. “It must be something pretty troubling then; you’ve never been this quiet,”

“I don’t even know, though, and it’s- ugh! It’s pissing me off!”Inosuke scoffs aloud; he hated not being in control of his mind. It made him feel stupid in a way.

“Well, It always helps to talk about it. Why don’t you try explaining to me,” Koyuki said, giving Inosuke a reassuring smile.

Before Inosuke could even get a word out, a voice called for Koyuki from the doorway.

“Ah, Hakuji!” Koyuki exclaimed as she shot up to her feet. “Sorry, Inosuke, I gotta jet, but I hope you feel better.”

Inosuke groaned before standing up and heading out. Talk out his feelings? Who would wanna listen to his bullshit? He thought. Suddenly his stomach growled.

“Welp, time for lunch, I guess,” Inosuke said to himself.

As Inosuke exited the building and crossed the courtyard, the icy November breeze blew through his hair. Man, I wish I had a scarf. Inosuke thought as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to create some heat.

“Hey, Inosuke!” Inosuke looked behind him to see Tanjiro standing with a blond haired boy.

Despite the cold late fall air Inosuke’s ears burned furiously like they had caught fire.

Inosuke jogged over to where Tanjiro and company stood.

“Hey Tangerine” Inosuke waved to Tanjiro. The blond boy gave Tanjiro a confused look before shaking his head.

“Hello, I'm Zenitsu Agatsuma. Nice to meet you,” he extended his arm out to Inosuke while he waited for the boy to take in a handshake.

“Inosuke Hashibira,” Inosuke said

“What’s up, Monichi,” Inosuke grabbed Zenitsu’s hand firmly as if he was trying to assert his dominance.

“That’s not even close to what I said it’s Zenitsu,”

“That’s what I said, Zantac!” Inosuke said squeezing Zenitsu’s hand even harder

“That's not even what you said the first time, it’s Zenitsu and you’re gonna crush my hand let go!” Inosuke let go and turned away with a deep, angry frown on his face.

Zenitsu shook his hand furiously, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

“So… Inosuke, Zenitsu and I were just about to get something to eat. Do you wanna come with us?”

Inosuke turned to look at Tanjiro and his heart pounded in his chest. Shit there goes this feeling in my chest again, Inosuke thought.

Well he didn't feel cold anymore with how his body heat was rising.

“Sure,”

Tanjiro smiled at Inosuke’s answer. “Great, hanging out with friends is the best,”

The wind blew harshly, sending a chill down Inosuke’s spine.

“You cold Inosuke? I suppose your clothes aren’t really for cold weather. Do you want my scarf?” Tanjiro asked.

Inosuke looked down at what he was wearing; he was so distracted earlier he had forgotten to change out of his dance outfit, so here he stood in black sweatpants and a navy muscle-tee, with nothing but a fleece and cotton blend to keep warm.

Before he could answer Tanjiro had taken off his scarf and tenderly wrapped it around Inosuke.

“Now you’ll be all nice and cozy, it looks nice.”

Inosuke felt like his guts were in a flurry and his heart was in his throat at the sight of Tanjiro’s warm smile. Heat rose to his face and he promptly turned and started running across the courtyard.

“Wait! Where are you going?” Tanjiro called after him, following suit.

“Huh? Don’t leave me behind!” Zenitsu cried as he ran after the other boys.

They ran after Inosuke until he abruptly stopped. Tanjiro and Zenitsu caught up, stopping behind him.

“Are- you- cr- ugh crazy!? What the hell man!” Zenitsu said tiredly, his hands on his knees and chest heaving.

“Where are we?” Tanjiro asked, his breaths visible in the crisp air, while he looked at his surroundings.

“A restaurant,” Inosuke said promptly before walking in.

They both looked at Inosuke like he had two heads, he looked completely normal like he didn't just take off running a minute ago. They shrugged to each other before walking inside.

The inside was decorated fairly traditionally, with warm colors that invited you in and made you feel welcome.

“This reminds me of my grandma’s house,” Zenitsu pointed out.

There was a decent amount of people eating but it wasn’t crowded. Walking up to the young woman working at the reception table.

“Table for three please,” Tanjiro gave the woman a warm smile.

“Right this way,” she walked from behind the front desk and led them to one of the booths.

“Hear you are a server will be right with you,”

“Thank you,” Tanjiro said before sliding in next to Inosuke.

“Ozaki tell the old lady I say hey,” Inosuke called out before the young hostess walked off.

“Inosuke, I don't think you should call anyone an old lady, that's rude.”

“It’s fine, I know the old bat that owns the place.” Inosuke shrugged as he looked back at the two boys.

“Who are you calling an old Bat!” A loud smack came down onto Inosuke as the older woman appeared out of nowhere.

“Ow that hurt! I didn’t mean to call you an old bat, I meant to call you an old lady.” She grabs the end of his ear and pulls him close to her height.

“That’s the same thing. You should be ashamed, this is how you treat your grandma!” The woman said chopping Inosuke over the head.

“Grandma?” Tanjiro and Zenitsu both exclaimed in shock.

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