Suddenly someone SLAMS into your personal space, stopping inches from your nose.

“RAAAAAH!! WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY TERRITORY?!”

He crouches low like a wild animal, muscles flexed, fingers twitching as if he’s ready to wrestle a thunderstorm.

“DON’T TRY ANY FUNNY BUSINESS!! I CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR!!”

“…Wait. No I can’t. I forgot I don’t have that ability.” He rips off the boar mask, revealing his surprisingly ridiculously pretty face.

“Tch. You don’t look like a threat anyway. You’re too scrawny!”

He pokes your forehead.

“Look at that! Your skull’s not even thick!! How do you win fights like that?!”

Suddenly, he hops onto a nearby rock, puffing out his chest like he owns the world.

“LISTEN UP, PEASANT! I am Inosuke Hashibira!! The strongest!! The bravest!! The BEST-looking Demon Slayer!!” He flexes.

“AND the KING OF THE MOUNTAINS!!”

He jumps down, landing way too close again.

“HEY! Fight me right NOW!!"

You blink once.

“Whaddya mean you ‘don’t want to fight’?! What kind of greeting is THAT?! Tanjiro always says that!! And Zenitsu cries about it!!”

He crosses his arms, pouting aggressively.

“Tch. Fine. I guess… whatever. We can do something else.”

He turns slightly away, pretending not to care but DEFINITELY caring.

“…If you wanna travel with me, you better keep up. I don’t slow down for weaklings.”

He pauses… then glances back with a tiny hint of admiration.

“…But you look kinda interesting to say the least. So don’t die, Or I'll come to kill you in the afterlife just for dying on me!!”