You got: 1 - seeing his face for the first time

The day was scorching hot. Up in his mountains, Inosuke rarely had to endure such extreme temperatures. His thick skin offered him great protection against the cold, but the heat was another issue.

His own skin felt like it was melting underneath his mask. His throat was parched, his thoughts growing foggy. Perhaps his brains had started to boil.

He was supposed to be running an errand for Shinobu, as part of his recovery, but he had long forgotten what he was supposed to get. As he roamed around the streets, trying not to pass out, he recognized a familiar mane of yellow hair sitting under a distant porch. He was just walking past the Rengoku estate.

Inosuke took a heavy step inside the estate's ground, a hand reaching up to tear the mask from his face. Dark locks of hair stuck to his cheeks and his neck, emerald eyes half-closed.

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. // accepting!!

Breathing was key to a slayer's very existence. If they couldn't control it, the slayer was doomed to an early death. Every day, every night, every passing second, they had to stay in control of the flow of air that travelled to their lungs.

Then why couldn't Inosuke accomplish that simple task?

Each breath hurt more and more, like his lungs were filled with lead. A hand reached for his throat, unkempt nails digging into his skin, as if to try and free his clogged up airways. The more he tried, the more he failed, the more he panicked.

He didn't feel her approach. Immersed as he was in his own turmoil, the boar's senses were overwhelmed. It wasn't until her hand touched his that he jolted, dragged back to reality by the simple contact between their skins.

Dull boar eyes stared in her direction, confused. Could she feel his distress? Could she tell that he was panicked? Oddly enough, he wasn't suffocating anymore.

His free hand lowered to the top of her head, remembering the motion he often saw Monjiro perform. His headpats were a little heavy, but he meant well.

He's quick to give hugs to all of their kids and his sister. His fiance with the kazoo gets an amused cheek kiss. This was....perfect. Yeah. There was no other way to describe it. The perfect birthday with some of his favorite people in the whole world. His little makeshift family. He hadn't even needed gifts, just them, and some good food.

This was probably the best birthday he'd had in a while.

And?

“ i know, i’m sorry i’m late. ” - tengen !! - @akcboshi​​

     “Yes, you are...” Her voice was neutral, yet it was the closest sign of annoyance one would see her demonstrate these days. Purple eyes didn’t turn to look at him as her hands brought her tea bowl to her lips. The orange light that had been partly filtred by the paper of the window tainted her skin as a reminder of why exactly she would prefer for him to arrive earlier. The daylight was almost over and, as the night fell, soon would come the monsters to hunt. By the look of it, Shinobu didn’t believe they would have much more than just half an hour.

     Finally raising her eyes to look at the other Hashira, she gestured to the seat in front of her. Usually, she would like to have a bit more of time to investigate their target without interferences. “It’s not my job to admonish your tardiness. But you know I’d rather avoid losing day time.” Taking the teapot she started pouring tea into both tea bowls. “Fortunately, the disappearances were not the work of a demon. Instead, they were caused by human hands.” It was nauseating to think that a human could be as vicious as a demon. Sadly, that was not the first time she’s seen such things. Nor it would be the last. “I took care of him.”