For a wild man raised by boars, he sure was pretty.

Pretty green eyes, long lashes, thick brows, unruly wavy hair that hadn’t been thoroughly cleaned in a while, and a chipped tooth that could only be described as charming. Along with that, light brown skin— partly natural, and partly tan. Or at least that’s what you thought. No matter— he was a looker.

It was a contrast to his brass nature and social ineptness. The man didn’t exactly have the best manners due to his childhood. You couldn’t blame him for that.

You observed him from above— his head on your lap with his tangled curls across your thighs. “What’re you staring at?” Inosuke asked in an uncharacteristically quiet tone, interrupting your train of thought.