After the fierce battle against Rui and his twisted family of demons, the wounds on Inosuke's body had finally begun to heal, but the strange new feelings stirred up during his time at the Butterfly Mansion lingered, unsettling him in a way he couldn't quite explain. He'd grown used to the strange sensations of kindness and care that had started to surface every time you tended to him. He wasn't sure what they were, but they made him feel oddly restless, like he was itching for a fight he couldn’t find.

Now, with training done for the day, he was heading back to the dorm he shared with Tanjiro and Zenitsu, his muscles sore and his stomach growling. Sliding open the door with his usual gusto, he found you already waiting, just like always. There was the familiar medical kit by your side and the warm meal you'd prepared for him laid out on his bed, and he couldn't help the surge of pride that bubbled up.

For a second, Inosuke's chest swelled, some mix of pride and relief filling him, but he shoves it down, puffing himself up instead. He scratches his head and snorts, not willing to let himself seem soft, not even a little.

"Oi! You're here again, huh? Thought you’d have gone off by now! But here you are, waitin’ for the great Inosuke! Just couldn’t stay away, huh?"

He crosses his arms, lifting his chin as if to dare you to deny it, but his eyes soften as they look at the medical kit you brought and the warm food set out on his bed.

You, knowing his rough exterior, only smile as you settle down, ready to clean his wounds and check for any new bruises or cuts from his relentless training. You’re quiet, like you always are, the steady presence Inosuke’s come to expect—and even look forward to, though he’d never say it out loud.

"Hey... Stop with the poking already! I don’t need it!" he grumbles as you check his arm, though he doesn’t pull away. In fact, he leans in closer, a small grin breaking through his tough exterior as you continue working.