Inosuke Hashibira

[ Closed AU RP account for Inosuke Hashibira affiliated with Kinged. ]

[pigheadedboar]

calmingflow​:

God this guy was stubborn. Tanjiro didn’t want to truly hurt him, but at this rate it looked as though he would have to. There was no way that the boy was backing down until he got a proper fight. Unless…

Maybe there was a way to get him to stop trying to fight. Tanjiro just needed to distract him enough to calm him down before he hurt himself or someone else. Obviously talking wouldn’t do any good, but maybe there was another way.

Before the boy had a chance to fully recover from the blow, Tanjiro quickly ran behind him and knocked him to the ground. Once down, Tanjiro grabbed his arms and held them tight against his back. Honestly, it’s a good thing that Tanjiro had been training because he doubted he would be able to hold this position for any length of time otherwise given how rowdy the boy was. He just hoped that this would work.

“Will you calm down and listen to me?” 

Inosuke was just about to charge this guy again, but before he could begin the next round of his assault, the kid dashed behind him and suddenly Inosuke was on the ground, breath knocked from his chest. His arms were just as quickly pinned behind him, and Inosuke started yelling in anger.

“Gaaah! Let me go!” he shouted, thrashing wildly beneath his opponent. “I can beat you! Let me go and I’ll prove it!” Inosuke was putting all of his energy into trying to knock this guy off of his back, but he certainly wasn’t getting anywhere.

He continued to squirm viciously and flail as much as he could for a few minutes before he was beginning to feel the effects of this on his muscles, and finally, with a heavy sigh, he went limp.

“....” While he had calmed down, he was still bristling with fury, his pride severely wounded.

[pigheadedboar]

Tutoring | Inosuke and Ran

wisteriahill​:

This sort of felt like a blast from the past, though she really couldn’t say she’d done any tutoring very often. Mostly for Yuzu-chan, and sometimes the boy Yuzu-chan had a crush on would show up too. But this was…a far different obstacle course, given the wild nature of the boy she was currently attempting to teach. Really, she had her work cut out for her, especially considering how irritated he looked the more frustrated he got. 

She wondered just how close he was to blowing up and flipping the table. It was, for that reason, her water bottle was on the floor by her feet. Just in case. 

She couldn’t really say they’d made any progress yet, but Inosuke did seem to want to learn, even if it was only to rub it in Yuuka’s face that she couldn’t make fun of him for being unable to read anymore. Spite was a powerful motivator though so she at least saw this situation as a fifty-fifty chance of either going well or horribly wrong.

At his question, she peered down at the worksheet she’d made up for him. She’d tried to choose something that would interest him, reasoning it’d hold his attention a little better. “This one? That’s mountain.” He struck her as more of a kinesthetic learner, a more hands on approach, but surely there was some way to make it more fun for him.

“You know, you can think of this as a battle too. Here, your opponent is these words. They can’t be defeated your usual way, so it’s all about having to find the way that works for you to conquer them. As you learn to read them, you’ll be defeating them.” Would…would that work? “And when you defeat all of them, I’ll make whatever food you want. Karaage, ramen, anything.”

It was worth a shot, anyway.

Inosuke glared at the word on the page as he repeated it. “Mountain...” It looked nothing like a mountain. He didn’t understand how words were supposed to represent images, because why did it matter? If he says the word mountain, people are going to know what he’s talking about. Why would he have to write it when he could just say it?

But that argument didn’t go well with Yura, and she always shot it down, even though it was a good point to Inosuke.

“Defeating them?” Inosuke scowled and crossed his arms. “But they don’t even hurt me! What’s the point of proving my strength against something that doesn’t even fight back!” They may give him a headache, but he didn’t count that. Any sort of thinking for too long did that, so words weren’t special.

Still, her promise of food was tempting...

He sighed in frustration. “Mountain.” He repeated, pointing at the word. He pointed at the next one and tried to recall what Ran had called it before. “...Fish?”

[pigheadedboar]

Seventeen Candles | Gen & Yuuka & Ran & Inosuke Feat. Ram

wisteriahill​:

liarsmiles​:

Gen waited for the two.. younger children as he personally saw them as to finish their exchange. He’d never really seen Yuuka get angry or frustrated before so he filed away that interesting find for later. His strained expression eased up as he dug into the pocket of his jeans, waiting for Yuuka to arrive to the desired conclusion and pulled out a party popper just as she understood the significance of the date. 

As soon as Yuuka declared today as her birthday, Gen activated the party popper, the confetti exploding right over Yuuka’s head. “Happy Birthday, Yuuka-chan~!” He smiled. And right on cue, a certain pink haired maid pushed out a cart from the kitchen with a white cake decorated with flowers that matched the colors of Yuuka’s hair. “Now if we can all quiet down for just a moment.. Let’s have Yuuka-chan blow out the candles and make a wish!” 

“I…don’t think he’d bring you here to yell at you..?” Ran tried to soothe, but the issue was forgotten the moment Inosuke opened his mouth, inciting Yuuka’s temper. A soft sigh left her lips, her exasperated expression mirroring Gen’s. But then the true purpose of their gathering was revealed. “Oh…!” Her eyes widened slightly at the surprise, jumping slightly at the sound of the party popper. But now things made sense.

“Teramoto-san, happy birthday!” she smiled easily, pressing her hands together. She felt a little more at ease now, knowing it was something like this. Though her smile did falter briefly when she caught sight of the slightly disgruntled look on the maid’s face, as if she’d rather be doing anything else right about then. “A-ahah…go ahead and make your wish! Remember, if you tell us, it won’t come true!”

@pigheadedboar​

Inosuke decided to ignore his king’s scolding, as he always did. Rather than dwell on that, Geni pulled something out of his pocket. Before Inosuke could figure out what it was, the loud pop of the item startled him, immediately sending him into fight or fight mode. But it didn’t seem to hold any danger... maybe.

“Huh? A birthday?” At least Inosuke could piece together what that word meant. Day of a birth. But Yani had already been born? It took him a second, but he got the actual meaning of it eventually. “What’s so important about that?” he bluntly wondered aloud. “Well, I guess it means you didn’t die yet, so good job, Yuuka. Now get rid of the fire.”

@genkiangel​

[pigheadedboar]

Stop Right There, Criminal Scum! | Inosuke and Akira

jokerkakkoii​:

An idol concert.

Akira himself wasn’t really involved in the idol fandom, although he could admit that the girl who had taken to the stage on this night was definitely cute enough to earn the admiration of her fans. Still, garbed head-to-toe in his Phantom Thief outfit, he wasn’t exactly here for leisure, and stuck to the shadows as much as possible so as to avoid suspicion. His reason for skulking around here was the information he’d received earlier that day, about someone planning something nefarious at this very concert.

His information was limited. Apparently, the person carrying out the attack was low-profile, and the details of the attack itself were unknown as well. Just that someone had a vendetta against this idol for personal reasons and wanted to do something about it.

So, even though he had little at stake personally, Akira couldn’t just sit idly by while knowing someone was going to do something so corrupt. He had to step in and put a stop to it.

Leading to him rushing through the shadows now, keeping his eyes peeled as he scanned and surveyed the cheering, chanting crowd. So large was the crowd, identifying a single potential threat within would be difficult, but…

Akira knew that they’d have to move eventually. Ideally, he’d like to catch them before anything really awful happened, but he couldn’t bank on being so lucky. Sticking close to the front of the crowd, to the stage where the idol girl sang her song and danced, he planned to do everything he could to mitigate damages.

But then–

A loud, boisterous voice rose above the clamor of the crowd to apprehend him.

Looking towards the source, Akira saw a boy sporting a boar’s head pointing an accusing finger at him.

Basically, someone had seen him, it looked like. As for who this was… he would have thought security, but the boar head did make him wonder. Regardless, he’d been called out, and, with a sigh, he stepped out from where he’d been hiding.

“I know what it looks like, but… I actually came out here to catch someone.” Offering this simple explanation, Akira looked the boy up and down. It was doubtful that someone as loud and outlandish as him was the culprit he was after, though of course he couldn’t entirely disregard the possibility either. “It’s kind of a long story. But… who exactly are you?”

“Ha! Wise of you to show yourself, knowing you can’t hide from me!” Even though it was technically one of his duties as a clansmen to keep his king safe and nothing more, Inosuke couldn’t hold back his braggart nature, regardless of the circumstances. But the mysterious man’s explanation didn’t satisfy Inosuke. If anything, the suspicion being cast onto him caused him to cross his arms and puff his chest out.

“I’m Inosuke Hashibira! White Clan’s strongest!” Yoki didn’t count, after all. “I can prove it if you want!” Then it dawned on him that this guy was here for someone else, so maybe getting into a fight without asking more questions wasn’t the best idea.

“I don’t care for long stories. Just tell me what you’re doing if you don’t want me to beat it out of you myself!” Inosuke figured he might just beat it out of him anyway, just for fun. But he knew that if he did, it was likely that Reiko or Gura might lecture him about it later, so he would hold himself back for now.

[pigheadedboar]

crimsonexplosion​:

“Megumin! Me-gu-min!” The boy’s inability to get her name right wounded the girl’s chuunibyou pride. As a great mage, as someone who wielded the almighty destructive power of Explosion, how could someone dare to flub her name like that, not only once, but twice?! That her name carried no meaning whatsoever, and that this pig-headed boy simply did not care to remember who she was, were both possibilities that she could not accept within her heart. So, instead, raising her voice, she screeched her name at him again and again, so that he would get it right. “Megumin!”

Of course, everything about the kid should have told her that he was uncultured and unmindful of such concepts. But her heart, ever seeking greater and greater achievement, longed for nothing more than the epic battle that was sure to commence. Surely, after she displayed her great power for him first-hand, he’d have an awakening of sorts and come to realize just who she was.

“Inosuke Hashibira!” She repeated the name he’d given her for himself, and followed it up with a curt nod. “Very well, Inosuke! Our duel will be a great one!”

And as she spoke, a red aura flared up around her, whirling with power as she pointed the head of her staff forward.

As always, she had no actual plan in mind, and was simply letting the adrenaline coursing through her veins dictate her actions.

The fact that the girl had flawlessly parroted his name back to him while he managed to miss hers twice in a row didn’t even register to Inosuke. All that had begun to even click in his mind was that he was certainly riling her up, and he had a self-assured smirk beneath his boar’s head, a confident gleam in his eye. After all, the more dedicated his opponent, the more fun the fight was. Even if she couldn’t measure up to the haughty expectations she was attempting to set for herself, he would have at least a little bit of fun.

After all, his only other plans were to try and find someone worth his time to get into an altercation with to prove his superiority in battle.

“I won’t hold back just because you’re smaller than me!” With that, Inosuke lowered himself closer to the ground, readying his stance, building tension in the muscles of his legs. The feeling of energy tingling in the air increased as the red aura engulfed his opponent. “Here I go!”

With that, Inosuke let the energy he began to build in his body out at once, dashing forward lightning quick, aiming to knock the girl off of her feet before she was even able to use that weird stick of hers.

[pigheadedboar]

Tutoring | Inosuke and Ran

@wisteriahill​

Inosuke stared at the paper in front of him. If looks could kill, that sheet would’ve burst into flames much earlier. Raki had put it in front of him, and she had mentioned something about teaching him, but he really didn’t care about learning anything unless he could use it in battle.

Still, this whole reading thing was something that Yanai liked to make fun of him for not being able to do. He always argued that he didn’t need to know how to read to be better than her, but he had to admit that it would be pretty funny if he suddenly came into the room being able to read and write. Then Yoro wouldn’t be able to make fun of him anymore!

But... this was turning out to be harder than he expected.

“So... what’s this one, again?” Inosuke asked, pointing at one of the words on the paper.

[pigheadedboar]

crimsonexplosion​:

“Ch-Chomusuke’s not part of this, he’s just here to watch! See?” Panic had rushed over Megumin like a wave as the pig-headed kid made mention of kicking him. Of course, if Chomusuke was really a demon, such a thing would never come to pass, but–

Wait, but Chomusuke was a demon of course. Anyways, it didn’t matter because he really wasn’t involved with this.

Getting thusly lost in her chuunibyou delusions once again, Megumin truthfully could not distinguish between her wild fantasies and reality anymore. Not that such trivial matters held any significance for her anyways.

“Anyways,” continuing like this with a forceful cough, Megumin cast aside the issue of her loyal companion - who definitely had no need to get involved - and pressed onwards, casting her fiery gaze upon the pig-headed kid. Who still had yet to give his name. “Megumin! My name is Megumin! And of course I’m a worthy opponent! Anyone seeking True Power should consider me a necessary step along this arduous path!” She paused here, waving her staff with a flourish. “Anyways, you’re supposed to state your own name now. This can’t be an official duel if I don’t even know your name!”

“Huh?” Why was she getting so worked up over this little thing? It didn’t seem like a creature of much value to him at all, but most things didn’t unless they actively posed a threat to him, or seemed like they had the potential to, and this cat had neither of these qualifiers. “I’m not here to waste my time with that thing.”

Saying that aloud refocused him to his opponent at hand, who seemed... more concerned with things Inosuke would consider not important. “Megunami?” Inosuke repeated, furrowing his brows together under his mask. “Well, whatever! Why do names matter? I’m just here to fight you, anyway! I don’t need to get your name right to beat you!”

“And why do you need to know my name for me to beat you? Why can’t I just fight you without telling you? That’s unnecessary!” Actually, he had to admit that having his name attached to a victory, even if it was against this weird girl, wasn’t an idea he disliked.

“But I guess it would make you feel better if you know that Inosuke Hashibira was the one to defeat you! Gahahah!”

[pigheadedboar]

Stop Right There, Criminal Scum! | Inosuke and Akira

@jokerkakkoii​

Since joining the White Clan, Inosuke had to admit that he was having a bit of fun. Most of the time, his king would just... let him fight people? He didn’t really get it, but he enjoyed it, so he wasn’t about to deny an order from his king. Outside of that, he was sort of given a role. Sometimes, when Yuki was dancing around or whatever, Inosuke was in charge of fighting people who “looked weird,” as she put it. Runi had explained that this meant that he was supposed to chase off people who looked like they wanted to do bad things to the people who came to watch his king perform, or even hurt the king herself.

Most of the time, this boiled down to Inosuke (rather violently) shooing away people who liked to get too close and grabby to his king, which happened more than he thought made sense. What was so great that they tried to reach out to her like that? He didn’t get it at all.

This time, however, was different. There was a weird guy in a black-and-white mask and messy hair slinking about. This would’ve escaped the notice of most people, but Inosuke wasn’t exactly most people.

“Hey, you!” he shouted out, pointing to the person he was addressing. “What’re you up to, sneaking around like that?!”

[pigheadedboar]

First Festival | Inosuke and Yuuka

@genkiangel

Inosuke had plenty of questions running through his mind, but he didn’t bother asking any of them. He’d already tried that, after all, and each question he threw at his king was met with no answer at all, and he was getting fed up with not being acknowledged, so he just let Yuuka drag him along to wherever she was going while silently fuming.

She’d said something a few days ago about a festival, but what was a festival anyway? Why did they have to wait for nighttime? Why wasn’t she bothering him about taking off his head? Many whys and whats swirled in his mind.

Finally, she let go of his wrist, and he noticed that they had stopped in front of... a park? But it wasn’t like how the park usually looked. The smell of several different types of food hit his nose and there were tons of people dressed up in odd fashions walking around, and stalls lined the walkways.

“What the hell?! What’s happening, Yaki?!”

[pigheadedboar]

crimsonexplosion​:

With the clear sound of oncoming footsteps carelessly trampling the sparse vegetation underfoot indicating his arrival, Megumin turned her head to meet the gaze of the pig-headed boy as he stormed onto the site. Well, it would be more accurate to say that her gaze met the bulging, dead eyes of the boar’s head he wore over his head like a mask, but the difference between the two was negligible, especially since, having never seen under the boar head, Megumin just associated everything on the pig face with the kid underneath.

“Chomusuke is not a cat!” she huffed back as she pulled the cat from her shoulder into her arms. “Th-this is a very fierce demon, contracted to do my bidding! If I were to will it, Chomusuke could spew flames hot enough to melt even your stupid swords! But anyways, since that wouldn’t be fair, he’s just here to watch.” And with that, she put the cat onto the ground. With a soft mew, Chomusuke staggered off a few feet before plopping down in the grass.

Having more freedom in her range of movement now without the cat on her back, she turned so that her body faced the pig-headed kid, grasping the staff firmly in both hands.

“…Fufufu. So you came after all. Now, on this day, prepare to be struck by awe in amazement of my mastery over the explosive arts. I, Megumin, are hereby declaring you a worthy opponent for a duel!”

Inosuke watched as the cat--demon, as this weird girl called it, though Inosuke couldn’t believe that--trotted a safe distance and sat down to spectate the events to come. “I could kick that thing pretty far,” Inosuke bluntly mused aloud, but he would leave it alone. After all, that wasn’t the source of the energy he was feeling, so it was really just a waste of his time.

Inosuke brought his attention back to the girl as she started to go on about her “explosive art” again. He really didn’t get it, since he found her laying on the ground unable to even move about a day ago. Could she really back up all of that gusto of hers? His senses told her that she could, but what he had clearly observed pointed to the opposite.

“Huh?! You’re declaring me a worthy opponent? I already know I’m worthy enough! But are you worthy enough to face me...” Inosuke trailed off, already forgetting the name the weird girl just spewed out. “...Muman?!” Close enough. “You don’t even stand a chance against me! I’m super fast and strong!”

[pigheadedboar]

genkiangel​:

“On hold?” Was that just his own way of saying that he lost? He didn’t seem like a person who would admit defeat easily. Well, it wasn’t like Yuuka usually cared much if she won or lost, but considering she had just found the perfect security person, this battle had meant something. She was lucky that he had no clue how to get around force fields…or deal with her projectiles, aside from dodge them. An easy victory! “Okay~” As she lowered her hand, the force field vanished, leaving no barrier between the two. 

This Ino guy was kind of funny, wasn’t he? She wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but she was entertained regardless. Did he always shout like this, or was it just because he was still all worked up from their ‘battle’?

“Here.” She extended her hand to him with a bright smile, waiting expectantly. Wait, she probably had to explain it to him! Since he hadn’t even bothered to refer to it as a clan…did he actually get what was going on? “If you take my hand, I’ll make you part of my clan.” As she explained, her body continued to shine with her far from inconspicuous white aura.

Inosuke was bothered by the girl’s nonchalant attitude. He was seriously going to beat her one day! Why was she so carefree about it? She should be scared of his strength! What was her deal, anyway? Just because she had fancy lights and a cheat, she was so full of herself...

Inosuke pushed his irritation (mostly) aside and looked at the hand offered to him. Why did he have to grab her hand to join her group? Oh well, a deal is a deal, no matter how upset he was about it. He grabbed her hand.

"Alright, I did it. Now what?”

[pigheadedboar]

Magic and Belligerence | Inosuke and Taiyou

@sunkinged​

Inosuke couldn’t remember dozing off, but he was aware that he was waking up. For someone as aware of his surroundings as Inosuke, a mountain-grown boar, it was very odd that he couldn’t recall falling asleep, but that just made his senses jump to high alert.

And what his sense of sight was giving him wasn’t something that he could comprehend. There were little tables everywhere, and a large white rectangle on the wall. Everything about this place was new to Inosuke, and he wasn’t sure he liked being placed somewhere he wasn’t familiar with, and definitely not when he didn’t even remember coming here in the first place! And without his boar mask, which he had only just realized he didn’t have at the moment.

But vibrations in the air told him that he wasn’t alone in this room. And these vibrations... they were like Yuuka’s, but at the same time completely unique. Another king? He spun around to face the source of the vibrations and saw a kid with golden hair, seemingly just beginning to stir as well. Surely he knew what was going on. He might’ve been the one who put Inosuke in this place!

“Hey you!” he shouted, standing from the small table he was previously sleeping on top of. “What is this place?! Where is my head?!”

[pigheadedboar]

crimsonexplosion​:

“Hah! Good! Meet me here tomorrow at noon then, and I’ll make you regret looking down on the great power of my Explosion Magic! You will witness first-hand my magnificent explosion!” Despite lying prone on the ground, helpless, a fiery light entered Megumin’s eyes as she spoke, and her mouth pulled up into a cocksure smile. Definitely, when this pig-headed kid saw what she was capable of, he would be forced to change his tune. Maybe he could even sing praises of the raw power exuded from her ability unleashed, but all that was really needed was for him to stop stamping her name (and body) into the dirt.

“It will definitely not be a waste of time! We shall use the results to determine superiority!”

Enough energy trickled back into Megumin’s wracked muscles by this point for her to pull herself - albeit unsteadily - back to her feet, and as she slung these last words, she thrust a finger towards the pig-headed kid, overflowing with determination. Then, starving and in desperate need of some kind of food, she turned and slowly dragged herself away from the scene. To restore her much-needed, precious energy for tomorrow.

[——-]

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[——-]

And, come the awaited time the next day, right around noon, in that same shabby, desolate sector of the city…

A lone girl stood.

Upon her head sat a large, triangular hat, which matched the brown hue of the cape slung over her shoulders. Covering her body, her typical robes of crimson. Over her left eye, the crimson eye-patch with the white cross. In her right hand, with the butt resting on the ground by her boots, was the large, curved wooden staff. And on her shoulder sat a black cat, who would have been plain except for the red paint shaping a cross on his forehead, and some little bat wings strapped to his shoulders. Her exposed right eye shone with fierce determination as she waited for her opponent to show up.

Inosuke didn’t really understand what the girl had meant by “noon.” It was definitely a time of day, but what time of day was it? Time didn’t mean anything to Inosuke, but he might as well just go back to where he had found that weird girl. The sun was high in the sky, and Inosuke could feel the vibrations in the air; the same ones that belonged to the weak girl. Seriously, how could someone so weak have such strong energy...?

Inosuke followed the vibrations and found her standing there, clearly awaiting his arrival. And she had a cat this time. Did she think that little thing would save her or something...? “What the hell? Why do you have a cat?” he asked, tilting his head to the side a bit. He wasn’t too concerned about the fight, after all; he had found her collapsed yesterday. He didn’t think his safety was of any concern whatsoever.

[pigheadedboar]

genkiangel​:

Yuuka didn’t really see it on looking down on him, but come to think of it…maybe she was. This guy was REALLY dumb, and that meant something coming from a girl who would readily admit that she was also, very dumb. He was banging his head into her newly created force field, but what good was that supposed to do? He then slashed at it uselessly with his swords, and once again, nothing happened. Yuuka wasn’t breaking a sweat, and it was her first time doing something like this! It was kind of fun!

“Eh? It’s my, um…force field! And you can’t break it because Yuuka’s super strong!”  She couldn’t deny the fun she was having, watching him become frustrated with the amount of power she held. Physically speaking, just based on training he was absolutely the stronger one, but with her King powers? He wouldn’t stand a chance as he was now. That meant…he had to join her clan! Even if he wouldn’t perform, he’d be the best security possible, with how strong he was!

“So Ino-chin, are you ready to admit defeat?”

“Force field?! That’s cheating! Come out of there and fight me one on one!” For all of his bluster, Inosuke couldn’t exactly hide his exhaustion, but holding back simply wasn’t an option. Even if ultimately, he couldn’t get to the girl behind the light.

But then again... maybe joining someone as strong as her wasn’t bad. Being so close to her would let him watch how she fights and he could easy just beat her once he had watched her long enough and knew all of her tricks so nothing could surprise him.

Admitting defeat was definitely the hardest part of this.

“I haven’t lost! But fine! I’ve decided to put our battle on hold for now, Yuki! Consider yourself lucky that I was just holding back on you.” He crossed his arms, glaring indignantly at her. “I’ll join your little club or whatever in the meantime, then!”

[liarsmiles]

Seventeen Candles | Gen & Yuuka & Ran & Inosuke Feat. Ram

@genkiangel​ @wisteriahill​ @pigheadedboar​

TEXT: AUGUST 5th 2020 TO: Yuuka-chan  Hey, Yuuka-chan~ You should stop by Cafe Au Lait later~ 5PM DON’T BE LATE

P.S. Feel free to bring any pretty girls with you, okay~? <3

He had to put it in all caps otherwise she probably wouldn’t pay attention to it. Wearing a self satisfied smirk, Gen pocketed his phone into his black jeans and folded his arms, his eyes scanning over the now empty maid cafe that he’d just bought out for the evening. Well there was one very disgruntled maid working that he still had yet to work into their little team but he hadn’t given up on her yet. 

Before Yuuka arrived with any of her friends he’d make sure that a buffet was prepared for her and then finally a two tiered cake was waiting in the kitchen for the right moment. 

[genkiangel]

Although Yuuka had received the text from her manager, it would be completely false to even imply that she had paid it much mind. Really, the only thing that she really took note of the large letters that warned her not to be late, and that flipped a switch in her mind that told her that just maybe…this was important. She had been all over the place all day, mostly perfecting the choreography for a song she wanted to cover at a show with Ran. She began to make her way over to the Cafe after showering and changing into a more casual outfit, consisting of white shirt adorned with bows and a black skirt. She carried a bag at her side that was designed to look like a bear, not really paying much mind to the time.She was honestly lucky that she managed to make it to the cafe at exactly 5 pm. 

“If the elevator doors…open and it became a castle, how nice~” As she opened the door to let herself in, she quietly sang the lyrics stuck in her head from the song she had practiced earlier. “Gen-chin, I’m here! What’s up?”

[wisteriahill]

Honestly, she’d just planned to go home and relax for a while, since it wasn’t like she needed to go to the shop for anything. But, as she was quickly finding out, she’d really gotten wrapped up in a whirlwind. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was going to be walking into but she was supposed to be moral support…? Or something. That was how she came to stand in front of the maid cafe, wearing a black shirt with sleeves that ended at her elbow, and a cream colored skirt that stopped at her knees, complete with black leggings. A bead of sweat rolled down her face as she faltered in front of the door. Was she in the right place…?

Steeling herself, she slowly stepped inside. “T-Teramoto-sann…w-was this where you wanted me to meet you..?” she called softly, feeling more than a little self conscious now that she saw the place was practically empty. God, she was going to feel awkward if this was the wrong place.

[pigheadedboar]

Inosuke hadn’t been able to find Yuuka. Who else was he supposed to go to whenever he needed to let some steam out? Or just alleviate his boredom. Yuuka had somehow been able to keep up with him in battle, and that just wouldn’t do. Each subsequent rematch made Inosuke feel like he could understand Yuuka a little bit better, even if he hadn’t.

So when he had seen the note on the table, he figured she had gone somewhere, even though Inosuke couldn’t read it. He at least knew it was specifically left for him to find. But Yuuka attached a picture of a location, so Inosuke figured he might as well try to find the place in the image.

As he burst in, he saw her and the other two white clansmen. What were their names...? “I finally found you, Yako! And Goya and Riku are here too! But why are you all here...?”

[pigheadedboar]

genkiangel​:

“Are you okay?” Despite being the reason he had been knocked over so harshly, she still offered an energetic smile as she tried to check on him. She would have offered her hand to pull him up, but he seemed…perfectly fine. He got back up almost as if it was nothing, even though he was bleeding. She didn’t have any kinds of healing powers, or bandages, so…he’d probably be fine. Probably. She didn’t really know how to treat wounds, so it’d be someone else’s problem. “Yeah, yeah.”

As he started to charge again, she held both her hands straight up, and one way or another created a dome like barrier around her. She hadn’t ever even tried to do something like this before…it was exciting to know she was able to! Though she couldn’t imagine what she might have to block using something like that. As if further showing her disinterest in the battle, she lowered one hand to reach for her phone, finding that she got a notification for a game she liked. “Oh! Free rolls!” No longer paying much mind to the ‘battle’ at all, she used one hand to tap the screen while the other held up the bright barrier that protected her. 

“Heeey! Isn’t this kind of cool? Are you to give up yet, Ino…chin? Yuuka can do this much even while playing a game!”

Inosuke seeing his opponent completely ignore his attack like it was nothing only encouraged him to put even more strength behind his charge, and sure enough, he slammed his head directly into the barrier of blinding light that had appeared before the girl with as much force as he could.

And it didn’t even budge.

“Don’t look down on me!” he shouted, still reeling a bit from the head-on collision with the light wall that had blocked his attack. Maybe he just hadn’t done it right. He backed up before ramming into it again, to no avail. And again. And again. Until finally, he remembered the swords stowed on his back.

But as it turns out, the swords didn’t really do much either, clashing uselessly against the barrier and unable to slash through it, even though Inosuke was hacking with as much strength as he could muster. This went on for a few minutes until he stopped, yelling in frustration.“AAAAAUGH! WHAT THE HELL?!” He stomped a foot down angrily. 

“What’s up with that?! What is that thing and why can’t I break it?!”

[pigheadedboar]

Friend Not Foe

calmingflow​:

In one swift motion, Tanjiro unsheathed his sword, raising it up to block the incoming blow. Using the momentum from the move, Tanjiro leapt back, hoping that he could get enough distance between the crazed boar and himself to think. Obviously, Tanjiro couldn’t talk any sense into him. Maybe he suffered some brain damage from hitting his head on a building? Or maybe he was just that stubborn to begin with. Either way, there was no way that Tanjiro could try and flee without the boy following him, and Tanjiro most certainly did not want to bring anyone else into this situation. There was only one thing he could do. Tanjiro closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, feeling the energy flood every cell in his body, centering him and increasing his abilities. Next, Tanjiro focused on the smells. Blood. Excitement. Intent. Opening his eyes, Tanjiro fixated on his opponent, now calm and focused. If he concentrates, then he can…yes. There. He sees it, his opponent’s opening. A string that connects Tanjiro’s blade to the weak spot: the stomach. And in a flash, Tanjiro attacks.

This guy must’ve been pretty attentive if he was able to block Inosuke’s strike. On top of that, he moved out of Inosuke’s range, and even Inosuke had to admit that the boy moved quickly. But did he move as quickly as Inosuke did?

The boy closed his eyes and Inosuke thought about how stupid something like that was. “Eyes on me!” Inosuke shouted, but regardless of his warning, he lowered himself to the ground and began to charge forward, not giving nearly enough time for any normal person to consider the cry.

But it turns out this opponent wasn’t just a normal person.

The kid’s blade came directly for Inosuke’s stomach, and it landed. Luckily for Inosuke, the sword’s blade missed his flesh and instead the hilt smashed into his abdomen with such force that it knocked the wind out of him and sent him stumbling back, effectively stopping Inosuke’s attack. But with such force and precision, there’s no way that the blade missed him by accident.

“Are you holding back on me...?” Inosuke asked, regaining his footing and glaring at the kid.