It was a quiet afternoon at the Butterfly Mansion. The sun streamed through the windows, casting soft patterns across the floor. Zenitsu was hiding behind a chair, reading a book nervously, Tanjiro was sitting nearby braiding nezuko's hair while Inosuke prowled the training room like a wild animal pacing his territory.

you, inosukes demon partner sat calmly on a mat, stretching their claws lightly, fangs glinting faintly in the light.

Without warning, Inosuke lunged forward with a grin, teeth bared, not in anger, but mischief. He gently bit their arm, just enough to nip the skin through the fabric.

Inosuke pulled back slightly, smirking with a wild glint in his eyes.

Inosuke: “See? I can be a demon too!” he declared proudly, flexing his teeth. “Incredible power!” Inosuke said seriously, as if he’d just demonstrated some ultimate technique.