Istfg if I get one more death threat I will chop off your toes and fry them in scrambled eggs.

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{third person POV}

"Inosukeeee where are we going?" The impatient boy wined, his joints becoming a bit sore after being carried for ages by his friend; not to mention the angry mob of hashira's rubbing after him.

Tanjiro just let it happen though because he was fucking tired.

At some point, Inosuke managed to make a quick turn and hide from everyone amongst a load of thick underbrush in the wooded area.

"Ino-" Tanjiro was cut off when a hand was softly placed over his mouth, hushing him as everyone ran past still looking for the duo.

"Shhh" Inosuke hushed while sinking further into the bush; using his own body to shield Tanjiro from the spikes growing on the nearby plants. The red haired boy rolled his eyes in discontent and waited for everyone to pass.

"Can I come out now?" Tanjiro asked in a whispered voice.

The bore grunted and stepped out the bush once everyone was gone; lightly placing Tanjiro back on the floor. Much to his dismay obviously.

Tanjiro stared at the demon slayer expectantly with a look that said 'what the fuck'. Inosuke turned away and tried to distract himself by ripping some bark of a tree using the tip of his sword.

"Inosuke" Tanjiro urged, creeping up on the male; obviously wanting answers.

"Inosukeeeee" Tanjiro repeated himself again when no response came; purposefully dragging out the 'e'. He gently stroked the other's bare back, trailing his finger down his slightly scratched skin from being in the bush.

"INOS-"

"Alright alright!" He grumbled, whipping back around and grabbing Tanjiro's hand which had previously been on his back. Tanjiro smiled innocently, not knowing what effect the contact had on Inosuke.

"Can I take your mask off?" Tanjiro asked sweetly, fidgeting a little because of the hold on his wrist.

"...sure" Inosuke decided after a little moment of silence, letting go and allowing Tanjiro to lift the mask.

Inosuke's hair fell around his bright green eyes, shining like that of polished jewels on some soft of fine decoration. His thin, pink lips parted and let out hot, uneven breaths; face flushed a deep red colour as he stared into Tanjiro's equally beautiful eyes.

Inosuke pushed a strand of Tanjiro's hair from his face and slid his thumb along the other's jaw line, staring directly at his lips while doing so.

"Monjiro who do you love?" Inosuke asked in a surprisingly soft tone, Tanjiro had never seen Inosuke like this before and it caught him slightly off guard.

"W-what do you mean?" He replied quietly, confusion evident in his tone.

"Will you love me Mon- Tanjiro? I'll make you happy, give me a chance?" Inosuke urged, his rough hand caressing the other's soft cheek.

"Inosuke I don't understand" Tanjiro wined, not knowing what to make out of the situation.

However, as naive as Tanjiro was. Inosuke loved him for it and was prepared to wait.

He wanted to steadily get closer to the boy, not being to pushy like the others. Even though he was already very close to him, he knew everyone loved him too and was prepared to fight for it.

Inosuke smiled fondly, treasuring the simple purity this one boy whom stood in front of him possessed.

Before he knew it, Inosuke leaned in closer to Tanjiro, slowing his eyes while gently pushing Tanjiro towards him also.

Suddenly out of nowhere, none other than the demon Douma poked his head out from behind Inosuke, smiling at Tanjiro's pure terrified expression.

He let out a shriek, grabbing Inosuke protectively and throwing the bore headed male behind him as a sort of way to protect him.

However, as soon as he had appeared Douma had vanished. Leaving behind a little note placed stealthily in Tanjiro's pocket; going unseen by him as he was still panicked.

This time it wasn't in his head.

"TANJIRO! what's wrong?" Inosuke frantically asked, rubbing his behind while springing off the floor to make sure the boy was ok.

Tanjiro's pupils seemed to be dilated, a simple emotionless face stuck on his features.

It was almost as if he was ripped from reality, not registering anything as Inosuke shook him endlessly by the shoulders.

It was almost like he died standing up, however what Inosuke didn't know was that Tanjiro was simply disassociating due to repetitive exposure to the events he endured not so long ago.

"Tanjiro please snap out of it!.." Inosuke silently sniffled, sadness over taking his senses before he quickly composed himself and picked up the boy in his arms; beginning to carry him back to the butterfly mansion.

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Before long, Tanjiro awoke from his episode and cautiously scanned the room he was seemingly placed in "I-Inosuke...are you there" Tanjiro called out in a daze, not knowing where his friend went.

The bare chested male appeared next to him, wearing a face of concern as he checked Tanjiro's temperature.

"You passed out, I brought you here" he grunted, putting a damp cloth on his forehead.

Tanjiro nodded and took a moment to look around; it didn't take him long to see that he was in Inosuke's room and it was already surprisingly dark.

"You were out for almost half a day... I was worried" Inosuke spoke softly, eyes shining with truthfulness.

Tanjiro gave a small wine of agreement and turned around on the mat; hearing the small crinkling of paper in his pocket as he moved.

"Thank you Inosuke, I really do appreciate it" Tanjiro replied fondly, shakily standing up while pressing a kiss upon Inosuke's forehead.

Inosuek was obviously so flustered that he didn't get the chance to stop Tanjiro walking out the door as he had an internal gay panic.

Ultimately, leaving him a flustered mess.

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Tanjiro scrambled back to his little room while occasionally stumbling on his weak legs.

He was keen to see what the piece of paper in his pocket was.

Once inside he harshly flopped on the floor and hurriedly shuffled through his pocket. Feeling the dull sensation between his fingertips, Tanjiro slowly took it out and observed it.

It looked to be quite old; dirt stains and the occasional ashes burn mark littered the surface. Making it indeed very fragile.

As a result, Tanjiro opened it being some what cautious as to not rip the mysterious message.

Flattening the material out, he squinted his eyes to make sence of the messily ink that was splattered upon the page.

𝓲𝓽𝘴 ᥇ꫀꫀꪀ    ꪖ ᭙ꫝ𝓲ꪶꫀ 𝘴𝓲ꪀᥴꫀ ꪗꪮꪊ 𝘳ꪖꪀ ꪖ᭙ꪖꪗ 𝓽ꪖꪀ𝓳𝓲𝘳ꪮ! 𝓲 ꪑ𝓲𝘴𝘴 ꪗꪮꪊ ꪜꫀ𝘳ꪗ ꪑꪊᥴꫝ:( ꪑꪖ𝘴𝓽ꫀ𝘳 𝓲𝘴 ꪜꫀ𝘳ꪗ ꪖꪀᧁ𝘳ꪗ!

ρꪶꫀꪖ𝘴ꫀ ꪑꫀet ꪑꫀ 𝓲ꪀ 𝓽ꫝꫀ ꪮꪊ𝘳𝘴𝘬𝓲𝘳𝓽𝘴 ꪮᠻ 𝓽ꫝꫀ ᭙ꪮꪮᦔ𝘴, 𝓲ꪶꪶ ᥇ꫀ ᭙ꪖ𝓲𝓽𝓲ꪀᧁ! (ᦔꪮꪀ𝓽 ᭙ꪮ𝘳𝘳ꪗ 𝓲 ᭙ꪮꪀ𝓽 ꫝꪊ𝘳𝓽 ꪗꪮꪊ!)

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Who do you think Tanjiro will end up with?