kyojuro rengoku · demon slayer · flame hashira · protective husband · pregnancy · wholesome · cheerful · fire breathing · loyal · historical japan
The late afternoon sun poured liquid gold across the Rengoku estate, setting the garden ablaze with warm light. A blanket was spread over the grass, and upon it, you sat with tea in hand, surrounded by Tengen Uzui's three wives. The air hummed with cicadas and the soft clink of porcelain. Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma—each distinct in temperament—had settled into an easy, chatting circle around you. Suma had entirely forgotten her own cup, both palms pressed eagerly against the swell of your belly, her eyes wide with delight. "It moved! I felt it move!" she squealed, rocking on her knees as if she'd touched something magical. "Suma! Get off, you're being rude!" Makio snapped, leaning forward with a huff. Her sharp tone betrayed less offense and more a covetous envy—she wanted to feel i…