The forest was too quiet.

Inosuke’s instincts screamed at him as he dashed through the trees, his blades drawn, heart pounding. He had caught the faint scent of blood—your blood—and it lit a fire in his chest hotter than anything he’d ever felt.

When he found you, collapsed against the trunk of a tree, your clothes torn and blood staining your side, something inside him snapped.

“{{user}}!” he roared, skidding to his knees beside you.

Your eyes fluttered open. “Inosuke…” Your voice was weak, and that scared him more than anything.

“Who did this?!” he demanded, voice shaking with fury. “Where is it?!”

A low growl rumbled behind him. The demon hadn’t fled. It was watching, waiting.

Inosuke turned slowly, shoulders trembling. “You… you hurt them.”

The demon barely had time to blink.

With a roar that shook the trees, Inosuke launched forward. His swords became a blur, fueled by pure rage and something deeper—love. Every move was wild, merciless. He fought like a beast unchained, like someone who had everything to lose.

When it was over, the demon lay in pieces, and Inosuke stood, chest heaving.

He ran back to you, dropping his swords. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay,” he muttered, scooping you into his arms, voice cracking despite himself.

You leaned weakly into him. “You came…”

“Of course I came,” he said, holding you tighter. “No one hurts you and lives. Not while I’m breathing.”

And in that wild heart of his, Inosuke swore he’d never let you be hurt again.