[DISCONTINUED] The Art of Destruction || A Kimetsu No Yaiba x (F)Reader Story

Christmas Special! - Inosuke x Reader!

A/N

As stated in the previous two Christmas Specials, this story will have no connections to the main story-line!

Enjoy!

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Ever since meeting the masked male, he's always been a thorn in your ass that you could never get out. You've come to know Inosuke as a persistent, greedy, and most of all, an intense sparring opponent. He was agile, quick, but never smart with his moves. Which is why, the first time you were able to take him down without even having to throw in more than five punches, he was always trying to get you to spar. And today was no different. 

Inosuke was successful in irritating you enough to try and spar with him, even though the ground was caked in white and the green trees were long-gone. With a scowl, you looked at the male with a boar-mask and a cruel body. You were ready, and so was he. With a quick grunt from his side and steam escaping from his nose, you both charged as if your lives depended on it. 

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to an hour. Both of your speeds were beginning to slow down due to the biting frost that was relentlessly gnawing all over you two's body. But one needed to win to prove to the other that they were better; no one was leaving until someone lost. 

After a few minutes had passed, Inosukes voracious attacks began to increase in speed, surprising you immensely. You were able to dodge his hits successfully, until your foot slipped however. Like a white light had appeared over your eyes, you felt yourself fall onto the frozen ground and pressure being applied to the center of your chest. Trying to lift your head back up, you found your eyesight was blurry and the frozen colors of winter were spread out as if they were dragged across a canvas carelessly. A defeated groan escaped from you as a faint victorious laugh came from Inosuke, "It seems like you couldn't best the great Inosuke!" He cackled, but his voice and tone disappearing in the ringing that was in your ears. Not being able to come out of it, you laid your head back down on the frozen ground and let a wave of unconsciousness overtake you.

As Inosuke continued to cackle victoriously, he noticed your motionless form. He pressed his foot down your chest a bit more to see if you would respond, but you stayed still. Now slightly panicking, even though he didn't want to admit it, he quickly pulled his foot off of you and looked down at you, "O-Oi! (Mispronounced Y/N)! Wake the fuck up!" Now bending down to grab a hold of your shoulders, he violently shook you, "Oi! Don't you dare be dead (Mispronounced Y/N)! Or else I'll beat your ass!" You still didn't come out of it, now Inosuke was alarmed. With a string of curse words escaping from him, he continued to poke your lifeless body for a few minutes until finally giving up and resorting to his last idea: carrying you back to the small inn that you, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and himself were currently staying in. 

After Inosuke brought you back, and got quite a scolding from the two other boys, you were wrapped up in a blanket and placed in a small futon so that you could warm up in. After some little details had escaped from Inosuke's grasp, he was left babysitting you until the other two males returned from wherever they went.

As Inosuke pouted while sitting cross-legged next to your futon, he couldn't help but look at you every now and again to see if you would stir from your sleep. After a few endless minutes had passed, the feral male had finally had enough and walked to where your head was before sitting right behind it and taking off his boar-mask. Not knowing what he himself was doing, he tried to gently place his hands on your cheeks, but instead slapped your small cheeks. Your body reacted by wincing from the sudden contact, which made Inosuke proud for some reason.