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    Inosuke likes it when people tell him he's great at things, because it's true, and they should all acknowledge how powerful he is.

    But whenever Tanjiro does it, it makes him feel… weird.

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    ふわふわ (fuwafuwa) can mean several different things:
    1. Fluffy; soft.
    2. Light and airy.
    3. The way Tanjiro makes Inosuke feel.

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    03 Jan 2026

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    Disgustingly perfectly cute and endearing

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    The moment he stepped back outside, everything came crashing down on him at the sight of his younger sister, barely at the age of twenty, lying on the ground unconscious. He dropped everything: his bread, his money, his heart, as his body lurched forward and cried for her in frantic panic. 

    “Nezuko!” He shouted her name, pleaded for her to open her eyes but the girl didn’t respond. His heart raced, anxiety skyrocketing as he shook her shoulders in desperation. There were people on the streets, too many people walking by without a second glance, too many scents clouding his senses. He could barely focus as his eyes darted between her and the boots and heels and zōri that walked by. His voice felt hoarse and he didn’t realize he’d been screaming at strangers all around him until he noticed.

    His hands were shaking as they hovered above her still body. 

    It was happening again. Again he was going to lose his family. 

    But why? How?

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    29 Dec 2025

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    Very cute inotan

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    Against the backdrop of the alley between dorm buildings, where the garbage was stored and the cats usually congregated, there was a person knelt down and lit up by the porch light as if the universe begged for his attention. It was a young man, probably the same age as he, with dark burgundy colored hair, a black and green hoodie and a smile that even from his profile, felt warm and calming. He was reaching out, hands stroking over the backs of the very cats Inosuke had been taking care of and they looked absolutely in love, entirely pleased and comfortable. Their bowls, which Inosuke had left out for them tucked a bit under the stairs had scraps in them, as if they'd been fed already.

    And well...it sort of felt like betrayal. 

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    25 Dec 2025

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    Inosuke snorts, crossing his arms with an air of accomplishment. “I think I finally figured it out.”

    Zenitsu frowns at him, straightening out the blankets from where Inosuke had disturbed them. “Figured what out? Is this about the whole ‘poison’ thing? Because I heard you mumbling to yourself earlier while the lovely ladies wheeled me around outside.”

    “No! Well, yeah, kind of. But not really!”

    Zenitsu sighs, shakily pushing himself into a sitting position while being careful not to disrupt his injuries. “So, what is it then?”

    Inosuke grins, proudly placing both hands on his hips. “I’m allergic.”

    “To what?”

    “To Tanjirou.”

    Concluding that his massive crush on Tanjirou is a bad case of allergies, Inosuke goes to Zenitsu for advice in battling his raging feelings. Unfortunately for Inosuke, his recommendation is... unconventional.

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    25 Dec 2025

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    The idea of one of his parents laying hands on him simply because he wanted to fucking talk made him nauseous in a way he had never thought possible. But his commanding officers made up for it, laying their own rough, calloused hands and words on him– scarring him both physically and emotionally. He was a quick learner, with a remarkable sense of self preservation. He wasn’t going to let something he knew he should have fixed on his own get in the way of him doing what was right, fighting for what was right– even if deep down he knew the injustices he faced from his peers and leaders wasn’t.

    After that, it didn’t take long for him to decide to be better. To prove everyone wrong.

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    Yet another "Soap talks too much" fic.

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    01 Oct 2025