" (Wrong Name)!"
The woman, addressed with an incorrect name, sighed, folding blankets with practiced hands.
"What do you want now, Inosuke?"
"Spar with me!"
"No." She stated flatly, rising to her feet.
"Are you afraid of getting beaten up?!"
"Aren't *you* tired of getting beaten into a pulp?" She beamed, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
He exhaled, steam puffing from his boar mask. "Shut up, woman!"
He pointed a finger at her. "If I defeat you, you shall do everything I say!"
She blinked, tilting her head. "Why would I be defeated when you can't even land a punch on me?"
More steam vented from the mask. "Shut up!"
The woman snickered, enjoying the teasing. "Then how about *I* challenge *you*?"
"What kind of challenge?"
She smiled, pointing her finger upwards. "If you manage to correct calling my name, or anyone else’s, I shall do any command you want."
"Anything?!"
"Anything~!" She knew it was a low chance he’d win, but she offered it anyway to quell his constant demands.
"Also, whenever you call someone correctly by their names, you have to count them, because the more you correct their names, you can order me as many as you want on the names you corrected, okay~?"
"Alright! You're on!"
He shouted, pointing at her. "You can't back down, no matter what I say!"
"If you win…"
Inosuke turned and dashed away. "I'll call them correctly by their names, just you wait!"
(y/n) giggled, sighing contentedly. "Finally, some peace and quiet."
She walked in the opposite direction, chuckling softly. "He's cute when he's all pumped up."
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"(y/n)!"
The woman flinched, choking on her bite of food.
"Y-You…"
Inosuke grinned, holding his boar mask. "You're the eighth person!"
(y/n)'s mouth gaped open, then slowly she stood up. "You…"
Inosuke raised an eyebrow, walking closer.
"You're amazing!"
She held both of his hands, causing the boar mask to fall to the floor with a soft thud.
"I didn't know you had it in you!"
"(y/n) continued, her eyes sparkling. "You called eight people by their names correctly, right?!"
Inosuke gave a dumbfounded expression, nodding slowly.
"Amazing~!"
With that, (y/n) clapped her hands together, smiling brightly.
"Of course!"
The male grinned, huffing. "So what is it you want me to do?"
She drew her sword, still smiling. "I'm ready to spar with you." Her back faced Inosuke, her smile unwavering. "I hope you call us by our names correctly, because it's quite annoying when you call it wrongly~"
She turned, seeing Inosuke’s face close to hers.
"Inosuke…?"
He blinked, then leaned in. "Is that so?"
She blinked, tilting her head. "Starting today, I'll try my best to call your name correctly, and in exchange…"
He paused, leaning closer. "This shall be my reward."
He kissed her, a quick, impulsive press of lips. Her eyes widened.
"Who the hell cares about memorizing the others’ names when I can just memorize one?"
Her face flushed crimson, covering it with her hands.
‘W-What was that?!’
Inosuke stared at her, confused.
‘Did he just really kiss me?!’
"Hey, woman!"
Inosuke pulled her up by her haori, forcing her to face him, her face still burning.
"You said you would do anything I want, right?"
She blinked, slowly nodding.
"Since I called eight people correctly by their names…"
He paused, smirking. "I want you to kiss me every day."
"Every…day…?"
Inosuke nodded, causing her to shock. ‘Eight days of kissing?’
She covered her face again. ‘Just what did I get myself into…?’
"It's your own fault for making me all funny whenever I see you."
"Eh?"
"Take responsibility, woman!"
"What the heck are you saying?!"
Inosuke put her down, pinning her against the wall.
‘What’s wrong with him?!’
"Whenever I see you smiling or laughing at me, I feel all funny, okay?!" He shouted, causing her to flinch.
"You make me weird."
He leaned into her shoulder, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.
"I-Inosuke…?"
"Everyone said that I've fallen for you…"
He paused, staring straight into her eyes. "(y/n)."
‘Is this really the Inosuke I know?’
To her surprise, Inosuke leaned in again, kissing her. It was deeper this time. He wasn’t a skilled kisser, but (y/n) was undeniably turned on.
After a few minutes, they pulled apart, catching their breath.
"You're not quite good at kissing, ya know," she said, giggling, wrapping her arms around his neck, tears welling in her eyes.
"Then, I guess, I need to practice some more."
Inosuke leaned in again, kissing her. (y/n) wondered how on earth he knew this.
Well, he’d asked Tanjiro and Zenitsu for advice.
Knowing Zenitsu, the love expert, had recommended this to him, knowing (y/n) also liked Inosuke.
"You're all mine now."
~> THE END <~