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"Hey!" Tanjiro and Zenitsu paused, turning to face you as you drew up the path toward them. Inosuke continued forward, not even a slight change in his pace as he brushed past Zenitsu and Tanjiro both.
"Inosuke Hashibira." You called, giving him a sudden pause before turning to face you. Your impatient glare was met with the cold, fixed stare of his boar's head.
Suddenly your expression softened, drawing closer to him until you were but a foot apart. "What do you want? I'm busy--" You leaned in pressing a short kiss to the snout of his mask and Tanjiro and Zenitsu both gasped in shock, as Inosuke sat there, frozen. You quickly pulled away, a triumphant smile on your face as the boar man's fingers began to tremble and the skin of his chest began to flush pink.
"Thank you for saving me. Good luck, Demon Slayer." You chimed before turning and racing away down the path toward your home.
A troubled silence loomed over the three.
"Wh-what the hell..." A hoarse whisper was all Zenitsu could muster.
"WHAT THE HELL??!!" He suddenly shrieked, sending electric sparks flying from his body.
"OF ALL THE GUYS -- THE THREE OF US-- WHY DID SHE DECIDE TO KISS YOU??! THE WEIRDO WITH THE PIG MASK."
Zenitsu gripped the handle of his blade before Tanjiro rushed and grabbed him around the waist.
"ZENITSU NO-- DEMON SLAYERS ARE FORBIDDEN FROM ATTACKING EACH OTHER!"
"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT I'M GONNA STAB HIM IN HIS GIRLY, SMUG FACE."
As the two wrestled earnestly, Inosuke stood there, unmoving, the vast gaze of his mask still pointed in the direction of the now-empty path.
"Kiss?" He whispered to himself. "What does that mean?"