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I don't own Kimetsu no Yaiba nor its character
Fury
Inosuke gritted his teeth harshly. The vein in his forehead popped up, and blue eyes narrowed in an accusing manner.
"Could you fucking repeat that?" He hissed, fists clenched so hard that Zenitsu could see it turned white. The boy did look very angry.
"W-wait!" Panicked, Zenitsu stepped back as hands flailing wildly in front of his chest, tried to defend himself. His already blue expression turned even sour when he saw white, transparent smoke flucked out from the other's grinding teeth continuously.
What have he done to earn such fury from the wild boy?
The sounds of blades being dragged out from its sheath roared like a death in Zenitsu's ears. And he was speechlessly dumbfounded when Inosuke raised his head, the upper half of his face darkened by the shadow's fury.
"COME HERE YOU FUCKTARD!"
A crash sound broke the peaceful silence of the house, followed by a cryingly loud shriek, howled for help.
It was so unfortunate that Tanjirou wasn't around at the moment